as in the dark of night
I blunder and fumble
grasping for a light
scan my tea leaves
read my cards to no avail
for never yet have
soggy weeds or cardboard
told me aught I ought to know
no Orphic hint to guide me so
I stumble on and
blindly find some way
tripping through the shadows
and longing for the day
There is a beautiful tragedy to this.
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