This is very, very, old. I wrote this in the 1990s. First in the series of what will now be a string of Major Arcana poems
The Fool’s Song You ask that nothing speaks, For Nothing commands all. Very well… I will speak For where foolish thoughts do crawl The dawn speaks of me, And the moonlight’s eyes The prancing silent stars do name me in their cries I glisten in your laughter, I hovered at your birth Weaving lives without …