I have lain in the shadow of the tower
For so long
Seven years
For seven hours
Hour after hour
Shouldering burdens
Filling a bottomless void
Unable to quell
This broken hollow shell

Deceit –
Cold feet –
Where intuition should reign
Manipulation abounds
It’s a long road to become sovereign
Of my own grounds

Let go of Pythagoras’ ornery
This human triangularity
The victim the saviour
The persecutor
Such a petty merry go round
The hellish ride of the three headed hound

As above so below
Are but one and the same flow –
In all that is imperfect, there is power
Surrender to the darkest hour.
So shadow gives way,
So rises the tower.

7.10-2021-11.01.2022

The Tower

Tarot Art by Corinne Elyse