My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you?
You cannot separate experiment
My birthday year begins
scratching at my shadow
extracting rose-colored salts.
My bones amplify light.
I vibrate with subtle harmonies.
I become soft, malleable,lustrous,
seared, finished in heat,
a quantum woman.
PHOLARCOS TAROT--XV--The Devil--Dance with your shadow till it transforms into the riches of your being.
Author's Note: The poetic form is the Erbium--element 68 in the Periodic Table. Created by me for my 68th birthday. It consists of 68 syllables.