the key is offered.

the angel of paradox
reveals everything
and nothing.

i confess,
i am useless at riddles,
crosswords, and games
with egg timers.

the key is offered,
i made it that way
but that doesn't mean i get it,
that opening beyond belief.

These were the cards I dealt

the night I was falling

down another hole,

plus that over the top,

melodramatic, Ten of Swords.


Like a dead leaf on a chain

I prepared for The Bardo.

The Hanged Man a rush of blood to the head,

The Priestess higher than I was low,

and a X of blades in the back.


But all in all it was needed medicine,

and between the shadow and the light

I confessed myself free,


as me.