Auger

Shadows whisper their secrets to me,

The night, annotating a poem I feel,

As the river dictates to destiny,

How to make belief in illusion real,

The torn tarot card tells me a story

(And this sceptic must atone,

For you stand before me)

Fresh fish! I cease to be alone.

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