To what extent
banished the elements,
one who dwells beyond the realm.
Law shattered, breaths the deity
and man indulges.
Grip on head, lingers,
self reveals the details
of parallel lines
thru which dots reveal self.
Blood is ink
Paper is flesh
.
Pharaoh itches with the crave
for blazing the world.
Tribes graze upon earth,
the wise wonder
for the yonder.
whispers of repetition fade…
81 Colored Cards
individually illustrated
with text beneath
1 cover jacket
dual sided
350 gr paper
american bristol
light touch laminated
There now lingers a sparking mist.
Mist that carries clouds above ages,
Epochs of religions clash;
forgetful societies,
ambushing inter-galactic sentinels
and so on…
lines, circles, dots
,
all condemned under
the rule of law.
Eons pass;
Law shatters, breathes the deity
And myth evolves…
To what extent
tides of time vanish,
through the one who dwells
beyond the realm?
Only cards can tell.
