Madelaine flips over each tarot card Like a blackjack marathon Till she finds the one that fits The finer details of her fable. Temperance, strength, and the high priestess All worthy of her essence But the deck lacks the guarantee Of fulfilled dreams and desires. She returns opened cartons of crystal balls Time and time again to the Seers shoppe For lousy reception even with rabbit ears, Arguing with sages and soothsayers About the missives of misfortune. The mystics rally in their defense Raging that the royal road As ridden by Madelaine Does not lead outward to divinity But rather inward to cartography Of how she became the means Rather than the end.
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