I consulted flower
oracles
—petal’ing hope—
peered into polished crystals
— factory-formed orbs—
scanned sky & stars
—horoscopes imagined by better-paid staff writers—
flipped cards
—playing tarot solitaire—
asked young people
—who didn’t have to be nice—
and old people
—who did—
I agonized over monosyllables
—chapter-length in analysis—
believed in belief
—then didn’t—
forged faith
—then couldn’t—
dreamt darkest dreams
—in dissolution—
and in that abyss,
fostered
—reason—
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