The
FREAK, pursued by the maddened troop, foamed at the
MOUTH. Trapped at the crumbling edge of the
CLIFF-top, he paused. Time to drop, to die. The nearing
TROOP, open-mouthed, watched him tumble, peaceful, without a cry.
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Trust in What is True
TRUST in what is true; in the One you
EXIST to glorify.
TAROT cards? Seers? Dismiss with a
FLAIR. They’ll mislead or even horrify.
Chaos or Order
EXIST, professed, in cauldron’s roiling brew, atoms colliding, yet
FLAIR for story, most days, has you weave sense, narrative, purpose.
TAROT’s a glitch, a wobble in your views, a hope some kind of providence is there to read.
TRUST your nihilistic cosmos, dismiss your intuition of sense. Or: invert that order and seek order?
Endor
FLAIR of royalty replaced by disguise, the king’s night got darker.
”TRUST you?!?!? You know what Saul has done to all the Seers and
TAROT readers in the country? Hardly any of us even
EXIST anymore! Who was it you wanted to summon, anyway?”
Sorry, Camels
LOYAL? I didn’t know, so I googled it. And yes!
CAMELs are. And friendly, and affectionate.
ODDLY, I only remembered that they spit.
QUITE an apology I owe to camels, man’s most hydrated best friend.
Man’s Other Best Friend
LOYAL beasts include the dog, the falcon, and the
CAMEL, who literally crosses the desert for his master.
ODDLY shaped and oddly personable, they’re
QUITE useful for trekking trackless wastes.
Loyalty
My LOYAL camel oddly quit, after many years of service.
A CAMEL more than oddly loyal, his loss made me quite nervous.
ODDLY, my loyal camel, quite happy, now walked in my neighbour’s train.
QUITE angry I, since oddly my camel’s loyal, now, to extra grain!
The Protector
ODDLY she held out her gathered skirt,
QUITE disdainfully shielding us from the
CAMEL cigarette ad playing in black and white on the TV behind her- LOYAL to her belief that she was saving us from certain ruin.
Thermopylae
MOUTH of the mountain pass held, tensions walking the edge of a
CLIFF, waiting for the tide of attack to come in––each
TROOP coming to terms with the inevitable, not hoping for a
FREAK stroke of luck, but eager for iron and bronze.
Camel-Backed
CAMEL-backed topography sends your stomach through your feet:
QUITE a difference between peaks and bottoms on the curved road.
ODDLY enough, it seems to us every time, that One remains
LOYAL to vows, to promises, to love, to us.