(2014)
The title refers to the card "Adjustment" in the Thoth Tarot.
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How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
There shall be no owning of human… No webs to ensnare, bind, or enmes… The noble spirit in penetrant flig… Of Liberty, Love, and Limitless… But what of sweet AMA, in sorrow…
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly