Legerdemain
[A POEM]
Forces at work
always
tugging at me
always
making me
feel like there’s
always
something to do
I am beckoned forth
by forces
by forces
by forces
by forces
by forces beyond my-
…
by forces beyond my
understanding…
…always.
Since the beginning of time
the ancient ones
with grey skin
and black eyes
wear a
funny disguise
and tell us
they live in the mountains…
Poor humans
forge into a
foreign union-
with forces
with forces
with forces beyond their
control.
By forces, mighty forces
with foresight and vision
to futures and uses beyond our
patrol.
By fusions of matter and spirit:
what say you when the seance sedates you?
and spirits invade you, portray you, and play you?
my brethren! my sistren!
with star necklaces
representative
of trapezoids spinning
in hyper-dimensionalism;
what radiations?
implications?
invocations?
have you betrayed us?
with?
CAST DOWN YOUR LIGHT OH SHINING ONE!
oh shining ones
whose brightness shone
reminds us of
the timeless thought
of ever-present
threats
of violence upon us.
They were waiting for you
they were waiting for you
they were waiting for you
to come.
Every Yod, every tittle, every mark and broad stroke
shall invoke and provoke us
Raise a pillar of smoke to the Heavens
when you enter the Tabernacle
let your Holy Covenant
be
WITH THE TRUE ONE GOD
Keep your senses from dulling
aware in your mullings
pay attention to all of your cousins
in every subtle alpha to omega
the Sepher Yetzirah
shows us how they make it
Your words are the power
to speak and create it
ABRACADABRA
What’s spoken, is fated.
I know when I take it slow and pay attention that I am being acted upon.
Someone wants.
To tear me asunder.
To scatter me to the four winds in the four directions.
They tell me exactly who I am in
those moments.
A person can, remind you of someone and snatch you from the narrow path and pull you into the hedgerows. They may wink or snap their fingers or some other seeming-less meaningless thing.
Except the firing synapses reacted and you were in effect recaptured.
By the ancient ones proxy of the vacant ones.
They made a space for what they thought were space aliens or angels with oversized wings or other benevolent beings. Something they thought were safe to let in.
Pay attention to every letter they speak. Every sound it makes. Every subtle shift in the body. The human tells stories in every flinch. Every readjustment. The tension in a smile. The shifting of the eyes.
I tell you, there are things at work.
Forces.
Tensions.
Torsions.
Immersive Stories.
Explosions.
Escapings.
Radiations.
Forces, in every moment. You can’t think of all the connections between things just know there are that many. Stay diligent in every interaction. Pay attention to their motivations and actions. See if they’re matching.
When do they call you?
What do they say?
How did you feel at the end of the day?
Forces at work, beyond our control.
Forces beyond all the wisdom of men.
Stay humble, and watchful.
Remember
Stay humble, and watchful.
Don’t forget
Stay humble, and watchful.
you will fail if you don’t
Stay humble, and watchful.
pride comes before the fall so
Stay humble, and watchful.
Always
Stay humble, and watchful.
That's a mtg card in your picture lol