Unity

The day is full of the nighttime and the nighttime is full of the light. The night and the day have no distinction. One looks with the eyes of the other and blushes. There is suggestion of eternity, but eternity hides its head behind the curtain. The Two of Cups and The Emperor and The Empress question themselves and one another, until they each arrive at the understanding that they each must give themselves to unity. Diversity goes to sleep. A shared breath gives life to this little world within the world.

Refusing the Past

Walking into my head, she remains the same, even though she swears to have added weight. The cornucopia she sends to me, the question mark she blows to me, her hair, those eyes, the darkness of them and the spirit. The writing is on the wall, but I needn't read it, she is outside of my care, my memory will take care of me. There was flying in the air a brief conversation with an Asian, she was headed for the north but the vixen was got the details wrong, and the sugar gave her fat and sweetness. The night was restless, it wouldn't let me sleep, like it had more important things to give to me. I questioned how this could be so, I awoke more tired that I had been when i had retired, and i had retired very early.