By Jennifer Elizabeth Rose
My back, against a wall
the best view for
a watchful eye
The Hecate will not drive into them
and damage their vessels.
All mapped out, no more weary soups
Functionalities have been worked through
A droid, eats, breathes and loves
Got into the galaxy
the proper way –
it was the only way
I don’t recall how I did it (so I laugh)
A droid eats, breathes, and loves
Must be one of those Chobits
But I can’t get through to everyone
Not in a normal way
But that’s not the only way.
Use my blurred visions, my blurred intuions
my blurred visions, my blurred intuions
When knives hollow, like Gibran realized
Your own cognizance will survive
Your upmost being will survive
Excess is left to float around
And it doesn’t always feel good.
Mercury retrogrades sometimes,
but like everything, it will pass.
But like everything, it will pass.
“The Empress,” The Mystic Dreamer Tarot,