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The Chariot

I see wings with golden flecks 
that embrace the moon; 
a faith we need to reign in,
the horses of light and dark pull them.

I run with the wolves, 
my hair streaming behind me,
as the wheel of fortune flings me out.

I see two magpies when I'm joyful,
but only one when I need two the most.
I can harness hell in times of apocalypse
and channel Gaia on Elysium field days.

The Chariot is ours to drive,
through the clouds we think are real.

Tarot; The Chariot; Reality; Life; Philosophy;

◄ To Rach

Reforming Clay ►


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