(2014)
The title refers to the card "Adjustment" in the Thoth Tarot.
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it