Versings

Similar to actuality, no, quite exactly so,

a boy couldn't find the words,
a girl couldn't find the words.
For thee who deciphers the verse of tarot
so to 'do what thou wilt.' in whole,
ye brightfolk may pass on the light,
as touch, through this night of mind.

Through choice is freedom
and none above may claim providence,
for no god is so perverse.
Yet hell be your's, ye dim passer-by
for whom rape lay the cards of fortune.
For attuned you are not, nor worthy of the touch
amongst world, among sibling, among self.
So, though paths do fork,
your earth may hope to share it's humble stage inclusively
in exchange that thy helm is of a keenest and selfless pride.
Why else to be? I cannot imagine.
For if all is a mirror, I today have sighed multitudes.