The Fool's Journey
by Ned Hogan, Jr.

The Hand descends through the morning light
(and) touches the bag by her side
its purple fingernails saying something just right
in such a soft and so civilized and so artistic sigh

most amazing through this fog and noise
the clear sight and clear sounds
freed from culture revealed as mere poise
all sides at once turning around

the sunny umbrella on the exsquisite shoulder
spinning desires out of mist for a sure sure sign
that the morning intends to burn away anyone colder
than last night's fatal wisdom b(r)ought with the wine

it dissappears upon belated comprehension
of a larger perspective crossed by the liar time
sprouting strange tree brains from another dimension
that tangle their branches on the pretense of ryhme

the purple and perfect lee peaceful joy
so so different than enjoyment of the wind
ward off grief as if they were toys
in the hands of an angry imagined sin

maintaining a strict and supurb strangle hold
on the mind and body of belief
easily forsaking god for common sense now bold
with inspired simpleness and immediate relief

laughter squeezed from a reflex of terror
forgiving the so selfish sorrow
seeks a phantom remadie in error
and waits for the ghost of tomorrow

Divinations
by cck

Upright:
Illumine of the night. You shine brightly and cast your glow far and wide. Others look to you for guidance and you freely give it. You are a signpost for others to follow. The Star will guide you to safe harbor in any endeavor. You will never lose your way.

Reversed:
Beware the false projection. The light you see is meant to blind and lead you astray. Not all that glitters is gold; the twinkle is all tinsel.