#292 (tarot)

Last night  I watched

the hanged man playing

poker with the lovers

the magician dealt their decks,

that old cheat.

A  fool crashed the chariot

into the moon and made

a star fall into

the tower, bringing death

to the high priestess who

was waiting in temperance

 for the hierophant

to return from the world

smiting her, as judgement

rained like fire from the sun

while everybody kept

biding their time, oblivious.


© Matthias Geh, 3rd June 2018

Note: don't ask me why, but I wanted 
to fit the Great Arcana into a poem. 
I am aware that there are still some missing. 
Feel free to add them mentally while reading 
wherever you think they'd make sense.





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