I didn’t plan this. The universe did. Also, I may have set my altar slightly on fire. But it’s fine.
Divine Timing, Crumbling Systems, and Accidental Incense-Infused Tarot Cards
These are the poems that wrote themselves at 2 AM, fueled by caffeine and sheer determination. They defy category, logic, and sometimes even grammar. Read at your own risk.
I didn’t plan this. The universe did. Also, I may have set my altar slightly on fire. But it’s fine.
I don’t usually share my tarot readings like this, blasting my spreads into the void of the internet.
Dear Universe,
I must’ve signed some cosmic slip, A soul contract, a one-way trip. “Earth’s Awakening! Come One Come All! Answer now–the clarion call!”
Welcome, dear traveler! Step right inside, To a world where nonsense and logic collide. Where up is down and left is right, And facts change hourly—hold on tight!
For days on end, the beeping cried, A phantom wail that never died. Through sleepless nights, through weary sighs, I questioned life. I questioned why.
A spectral wail, a phantom cry, An endless beep that will not die. It mocks my thoughts, it haunts my brain, A cursed sound, a shrieking bane.