ONE DRUNK VOICEMAIL FROM ARCANA XIII

 

if they don’t see me in a rainbow they don’t know me

if they don’t feel me in the grass beneath their feet they don’t know themselves

if they don’t recognize me in the phoenix they only know their fear

 

I made all the mountains and fields out of growth and decay

all greenness fed from bodies corroded to dirt in my loving hands

crushing cling to it crumbling faster into another lesson let go

 

darling my wish is that you come here and sit beside me

marvel with me at this beautiful agonizing reality

surrender to experience

defeat me through acceptance