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The Hanged Man came to my window
To whisper of fate.
There is joy in this
He told me.
Joy in destiny or doom;
Welcome the signatory
Of death.
Hallowed by the Earth we walk upon,
For each step is accounted for.
The wind which passes through
Our bodies like words
In an auditorium;
The droplets of rain which absorb
Into us and depart vaporously.
His voice is anonymous and intimate.
He knows my name and my family.
He doesn’t care about my feelings.
He cares only about the rope around
My neck.
Or the snake about my ankles.

Unimaginable joys and
Everlasting peace
Be upon those who
Can recognize their own
Reflection.
The pain of stigmata upon those
Who live in confusion and are
Burdened with dogma.
He speaks with two tongues
Through two mouths,
Yet from darkness it is
Difficult to discern.
I will decide
Myself.

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Yar