Monday, October 10, 2016

Poem: The Wheel of Fortune (Alison Stone)

The Wheel of Fortune

From my eternal turning, everything
that falls can rise and what goes up
can plummet like a torn balloon.
I am painted with the law of fate.

What falls can rise and what goes up…
An old story, thick with questions.
I am painted with the law.
The breath of this law is concealed in its letters.

History thickens with questions.
The way the moon masks herself as a woman
and the breath of the law is concealed in its letters,
the Grail hides in your kitchen sink.

Old moon masked as a woman,
soul obscured by flesh,
the Grail hides in your kitchen sink.
Wealth passes into winter, war into song.

The soul costumed as flesh
can plummet like a torn balloon.
Wealth passes into winter, war into song.
From my eternal turning, everything.

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