an oily palm
enfolds the oldest
utterances of gods' will
pressed expressed
open sesame
Crisp
This little sensuous pod
the flake of single fate
parsed and perfect within
orchid pleats the crinkle
tease of
an airy
Promise
Ground fine as flour
all Fortune's fiery avenues
drawn and atomized
an aphorism, Karmic caught
in this little
Pat
What harm could come?
"You will live in
interesting times"
a spoon of sugar
never hurts
Does it?
your lucky numbers are 1, 6, 8, 0
