Foreseeing is the only way to know,
Because what happens next - no one can tell,
But you. Inspect your mind, find seeds to sow -
Before a word comes out, you need to spell.

The senses that, as born, were torn apart,
Are only put together by our hands.
Enlighten your Inside - to hold, to guard,
Arrange a meeting there between two ends.

I don't deny the dark side of the moon:
The clue is in accepting its existence.
But with a torch I draw a flamy Rune
To match - the interplay and the resistance.

Instead of running from the Gates - unlock it.
I see no further than one step ahead,
Then get the Tarot out the holey pocket
And sew the tissue with a timeless thread.