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A danger you rightly fear, shall obey laws beyond itself,

Granting you safe passage &

Whomsover shall enchant these words –

Caveskin Cloak of the Rounded Shadow.

Your flashlight a white moth.

Your ballpoint pen a white cane.

Don’t say anything else.

Tarot Baby brought you a silver platter.

Don’t say anything else.

Tarot Baby & her grapes gone a long long time.

He fell in love with a visionary

who cared for a tree.

Her visions became commonplace,
although beautiful,
as she cared for the tree.

The knight sometimes

aimed
his telescope

at a leaf dangling in the wind,
or a branch bent low, or bark,
or beds of moss
on the edges,
warming.

Invincible
sunlight
streaming.

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