Arcanas

Tempt the manner circled with alluring smoke
Breathe the invitation to your life
Announce the guests in order of the wise
They touch our grateful presence with the images of sons
We’ve begun the strangest journey through arcanas of the mind
Tongues and tails are only lurid hues about us
It begins with one sense
Inside there is a place that melts the outer space
And here we come from love, mirroring above
Sense the tranquil realm where we can float
Or we can gaze at flashing brilliance at the wonders
Or we spin and glide with all
And we are all, and all are us as iridescence
Without hands we form a séance
The Hierophants & The Ace of Wands
The Queen of Cups & «The Magic One»
Search the manner circled with a tempting glow
First cross unholy barriers and tolls
Find our daughters fetching distant stars
But temperance is the reading in the cards
We’ve begun the strangest journey through arcanas of the mind
Tongues and tails are only lurid hues about us
Counting down:
Seventh sense. Sixth Sense. Fifth Sense.
Once there was a place we found the human race
And once we plucked our eyes to see their brilliant lies
Where is the ten of cups? We’ve nine of swords
To fight the hordes of yearning monsters
And below our failures haunt us
And we live the air we breathe, the air outside
Inside it breeds in rotten cancers
As we tally deaths from world wars
The Three of Swords as The Tower falls
Two Pentacles as Judgment calls