I will tell of everything;
the cards, the sky, the earth beneath-
truth devour, hells belief,
the morning star’s unspent bequeath.
I have seen the world beyond,
threads connecting through the fog-
visions of what’s come to be.
They no longer bemuse me
tired of the games defraud-
lonely idols, chosen gods.
Life half lived under glass
call for the raven-freedom at last!
Save me from what might have been,
lift the curse, unveil the sin,
gather up my roots and then:
give back living from within.
(23 June 2016)