Controlling the tides as they come in
Wave after wave
Crashing over you
3×3 it still haunts you
Of the things you decided to choose
Mindlessly you go about
Casting your spells
To which your candles blow out.
Dust settles on your cards
Read them out loud
Did you get very far?
Wandering from end to end
Do you feel lost from within?
Incantations and spellbound
Endless works that don’t prevail.
The moon changes the tides
To which you always abide.
Melissa Stein 
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