It seems like the sun is in my eyes more often

now than ever.

I’ll leave behind so many mineral deposits you’ll likely lose count,

and so many tar pits, you’ll eventually dig your feet in…

you goddamn alchemist.

Coupled with that winning hand that I flopped on the river, I can’t lose.

The tarot and the smoke,

they find me.

Through the second and third degrees and even the intermission.

The wind follows me outside as well

and ultimately blows me away.