Epic of the Major Arcana

I Magician

 The pyro tyrannical magician

II High Priestess

ignites her illusory partition

that veils the dreaming and the waking realm.

III The Empress

For as the lumberer fells the sacred elm,

so too does the mind of the ancient nymph,

as her body withers sap to a lymph.

IV The Emperor

The lumberer knew rough hewn throws nerr bend

even the greenest of saplings who mend

to the first dowel they are affixed to

lest their growing ascent be led askew

V The Hierophant

towards the home of the secular saint

whos crystalline walls refract golden paint

onto bloom’d leaves and upward facing palms

err verbatim recollection of psalms

curse you to wander Asmodeus' halls.

VI The Lovers

Orpheus’ perfected lyre enthralls

admiration and harmonious lust.

It’s ironic that malcontented trust

Allowed him to become his wife’s mirror.

Because nothing else is cradled dearer

than love found and lost in opulent Night.

VII The Chariot

But you, my dear, never give up a fight.

As your knees buckle like a newborn fawn

born briefly before the last light of dawn

still damp from liquidated placenta

Native of guerilla irredenta;

They can’t stop divine determination

seeded from self actualization.

VIII Strength

And though fauna are allocated prey,

even in dawn’s dew nothing gold can stay.

Consumed by the cardinal conqueror,

pseudo nourishment for the squanderer

churning into coagulated bile

Only to display your appointed wile.

The same soul incarnated beastial,

you are slowly poisoning Belial.

IX Hermit

Perhaps it's wisest to disintegrate.

Ripe reincarnated Pomegranate

embody oxymoronic produce;

Can Kore’s seed of death even reproduce?

Though we are seasonally cyclical,

I’ve seen June’s hurricanic miracle 

in my mentally unstable prison.

I’d kill for a quarter inch incision

to decorate my prefrontal cortex.

X Wheel of Fortune

Well, I guess it's a little more complex

to predict where the wheel will even land

when fate can either lend a helping hand

or unexpectedly decimate shores

because of Poseidon's heavenly wars.

Huh, that's not exactly miraculous,

for gods’ sake they’re feudally fatuous!

Birthed nations are fatally expectant,

and while I faltered, Fate’s not hesitant

to recycle punica granatum.

XI Justice

The feminine placates summum bonum,

swallowing ineffable honesty

for the sake of masculine dynasty.

So, she weaves an artificial divide

to sort souls stagnantly identified,

for there is no such thing as transience

when justice calls for stifling conscience.

Right and righteous justice calls for action,

so be resolute in revolution.

Heads and tails are not equally embossed,

in a false dichotomy all is lost.

XII The Hanged Man

What rare equality in a stalemate!

In spite of what each king will allocate,

The resources lost are never regained.

Those better and worse have in kingdoms reigned,

And though the right calls have rarely been made,

The options were all painstakingly weighed.

So why is it that you fear decisions,

when the choice of who gets the provisions

is on the decider? It’s apathy

that kills those who deserve your sympathy.

Though the query may well be death or life,

there is more than one way to whet a knife.

XIII Death

When the king arrives on his palest horse,

He too will take his mortality’s course.

Even though endings are illusory,

our waxed and waned souls are translunary.

Although the new moon is invisible,

we know the cycle is immutable.

Do not be confined to consistency.

I know it’s hard to forgo agency,

but transitions are inevitable.

Though change is often irrevocable,

there is beauty in instability

caused by your benign inability

to comprehend a concrete consciousness.

XIV Temperance

Are you cold, transmutable Alchemess?

mutability is detrimental

to those who lose themselves in the banal

reality of everyday worries

as if you were the embodied Furies

meant to hold undiluted emotions.

Unable to escape from Wrath’s oceans

until you are wholly salinated,

drinking until you are dehydrated.

Solubility is a great asset

when your only purpose is to offset

the intricate structure of molecules

that expand to form crystalline jewels

as your cold hands form diamonds into lead.

XV The Devil

I think you have mistaken mortal dread

for the concept of an immortal foe.

I know it just placates your mortal woe,

But it seems like you’re limiting yourself

into thinking there’s no reason in an elf

if their trickery is animating

glimmering light that lights a fairies’ wing

until you blink and realize your mistake 

of drifting to dreams when you are awake.

The sun casts her shadow on half the world,

because even bat’s wings should be unfurled

from time to time. Do you not think it fair

that darkness should have its flight in the air?

Will you not stain your soul a deeper hue,

if it means repaying what is your due?

XVI The Tower

Can I offer emulation by fire?

Surely you do not know your own desire,

if only disaster shows where you’ll go

or that you decided to stock ammo

over provisions in a hurricane.

Deluded phoenix, I find you insane-

but I’ll admit I’m quite entertained.

It’s only in acrid viscera stained

that you catch the doe in her morning’s dew.

Well, I suppose the doe is insane too

because she can fully keep fear inside

while your clear skin is unable to hide

viscous mucus that preserves your organs

under helios as the leather tans

an amniotic sac ready to burst

and eject it’s occupants wholly cursed.

XVII The Star

You roam the earth as Stygian fluid,

encapsulating the forest druid

whose enraptured by your flowing presence

as they pursue the black river’s essence.

At night she rules the fauna and flora

for in the twilight’s indigo aura

speckles illuminated in stasis

decorate Aurora Borealis.

They cosmologically alter hues

as fractals of light combine and imbues

violet ripples in the river’s course.

I know that the night can feel so morose,

but little naiad you are not alone.

Hades sits on an illusory throne;

and though the milky way is not in reach

she is reaching out to caress your beach,

for starlight reigns on your Stygian shores.

XVIII The Moon

Though your Atlantic route ends at Azores,

I hope you are called to the astral sea.

Though it may seem like your cup is empty,

still water is often invisible.

Aphrodite caused the sea to ripple,

when she was scattered into the ether;

and it only took a single feather,

from Icarus to cause tempered chaos-

both evoking sympathy from Eoss.

Ripples disperse as the wolf maiden laps,

Oversaturating herself, perhaps,

but wolf or goddess it is all the same:

The ephemeral ocean is your claim.

Dive to follow an unrestricted whim,

it’s better that you don’t know how to swim.

Your unconscious is absolute mayhem,

when your reflection shows truth, fair beldam-

your duality shines on Night’s kingdom.

XIX The Sun

Why do we all praise you for Kingdom’s come?

Naked, I anchor myself to the earth

as a conduit for Radiance’ hearth-

but the heat focuses on my eyelid

instead of seeping into my raw id. 

Feeling the hot absence of a shadow

inspires in me a penetrative glow

that juxtaposes the cold dusted stone,

and though both dull and unpolished, still shone

through a thin layer of epidermis.

My blood turns rocks into rubies for Dis

because the sun cannot touch his domain.

Would you have sympathy for his cold pain

if I could take away your innocence?

The ignorant are untouched by penance.

I can't be mad at you for not knowing

that what matters is consciousness going

where the body cannot. Your stones and sticks

won’t harm those that cannot perceive your wricks.

XX Judgment

Though my heart may weigh a mere six ounces,

A sinner’s debt comes with allowances. 

How can one weigh themselves in Drachma

if they just exist in this syntagma?

How can my soul be evaluated

if it is not yet fully created?

I am still building our crystal kingdom,

deconstructing the constructed atom

that may well only exist through sightless

perception.Well, I guess I must confess 

That I fear it is wrong to be so bold

to assert that reality’s controlled

through our own self- actualization.

Personally, I love self- delusion.

The intangible force that anchors us

to the idea of weight in justice

when just is decided by a power

Feigning ineffability. Order

can not be undone by your disarray-

we invented punishment and parlay!

XXI The World

Though Nature is subject to entropy,

The dryads choose to die licentiously.

These mortals find that decision so strange,

For they cannot fathom beauty in change.

Energy is irrevocably lost-

Though it’s only felt through Consciousness’ cost.

Eurydice herself found it such a shame,

Orpheus nerr knew Death was Life’s name.

Their love was in perpetual decay,

For Dawn’s light has never outlasted Day.

But there is substance in dissipation

because loss is just reallocation

of charged ions dissolving in your lungs

to create new meanings in ancient Tongues-

I don’t know how to tell you that you are

Immortal- but you wander only as far

as the boundary of what you call life

Despite it only gifting you with strife.

Although obstacles must be overcome,

it seems to you only End is welcome.

But even Death is simple mutation,

The Fool

Thus; the Terrestrial Light's temptation.