Palimpstry
i’ve got love trapped in the lines in my hands
a labyrinth of previous lives & future ones
i see my intuition portrayed in a huge M
and the healing powers in several crosses
i see my initial hiding from me
on top of a line the shape of a whale
my lifeline is long despite my qualms
i see a wheelie bin full of karma shit
i see the power of words in my fingerprints
as my palimpsestous palm gives me away
this is my last life………..i’ve been many things
Major Arcana
Being a crab it’s really difficult to deviate from the hermit energy
it’s safer inside, away from the drugs i find so dull
being a dragon it’s pretty unavoidable to be the hermit all the time,
always looking inside for the answers and healing that can’t be outside,
because outside there is the devil with its jealousy, possession, chains and lies,
none of them i like.
So i remain inside, doors and windows shut,
far away from the empress in reverse because in real life Dorian does not survive,
i stay like the hanged man or Hamlet, procrastinating, stranding like
a preposition standing by.
I’m the crab with the iron shell which takes her time in loneliness,
the hermit of all times, of all lives, inside me resides.
I’m away from the tempting star with blond hair and blue eyes,
a thin upper lip, a twine.
……….I reversed the star to stop it before it even began.
I’m the hermit who struggles to make the next card
be the sun. the sun in the light of the head of the hanged man
Because I am meant to resignify.
and divine translators write in lines
displayed vertically
or side…..by…..side.
The magician is a master and an apprentice at the same time,
to be both you must close your eyes and face the XIII arcana
to transform, to transcend the deepest rooted disease in your heart.
If you stay inside long enough and grow a beard and hold a light,
then the lion you might tame and its force will belong to your inner self.
To gain a particular kind of energy you don’t have, you need to use it and grow tired
because energy is the greatest oxymoron of all times
written in images that just might.
…………………………A metaphor in absentia, the sun.
Muladhara
…………………………..down there
………………..where the snake is born
……..is where the full moon agitates my sea
….first warm
then steaming hot
then boils
until i notice it
the snake is now awake
….hissing frantically moving its tail
……….its eyes shoot out the moonlight
……………& i know it must be about to fill itself
…………………so am i
……………………….some triangle formed by the stars
……………………………may connect my snake’s nest with yours
……………………………….and the moonlight
……………………………………but my snake is newly born
………………………………….it cannot erect and dance its way up
…………………………………………..when charmed by your voice
……………………………………………..it cannot slither any further
…………………………………………………than the solar plexus
………………………………..while yours has struck infinite preys
……………………………………………………without moulting its skin
…………………………………………..yet both our snakes have coiled
…………………………………………..themselves around
………………………………………..until they became knots
…………………………………..knots trapping moonlight
…………………………charmers say picturing a red lace
………………….still tied to previous preys
………………….and cutting it will give back
………………….what no longer dwells
………………….in every snake’s nest