TIME MACHINE SPELLS

 

Mathematicians are the shamans

Performing exquisite chantings

In a code that few can understand

Boogie Boarding over

Wavelets of Time

I so want to get back

Start all over

Smooth out the regrets

Live like a warrior

But neither

Science

Magic

Religion

Can help

In my rare dreams

Most people do not

Make eye contact

Although they speak

But I do not really hear

Because I think of

Childhood periods

Unknown autism

Interfering with my ability

To look in their eyes

Eventually I learned to

Fake it until it was real

Or I believed it was real

And then along came Aging

Where the weak eye

Reasserts

And we are down to one

Maybe it’s our third eye?

Hung on the tree

After cataract surgery

As Odin, we all arise

One-eyed but wise

Dangling on Yggdrasil…

 

© 2024 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: #12 Hanged Man from holographic tarot