The Hermit

A swallowing cave mounted with spiky teeth and a gluttonous bowel

Reverberating echoes mooning and grazing by the entrance’s tips

Polar tips that range from east and northeast to southern west

And flock the bats that beat their limbs to swerve outdoors

Prisoners piously dream neverendedly underground –

The sole warrior, bronze, unable to strike any foe

Or slash the trees into one, two, three trunks

Bending the rubber until it forms a base

Of silicon-extracts running the skin

And not a simple drawer falls

Nor a note unsung in tune

But the reverberation

Of the infinite and

Inconsolable

True in

Eye

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CARD DRAWN:

IX – THE HERMIT

THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.

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