card handed to me by a minoan alchemist-
Knowing not of her future but rather her past.
roia, Solomon
Come, my (be)loved,
Let us go into the fields
and sleep all night among the flowering Henna.
Let us go early into the vineyard,
To see if the vine has budded.
If the blossoms have opened,
And if the pomegranate is in Flower.
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There I will give you my love.
Ileft for the desert, wishing to preserve(I).
恭喜发财
‘I prayed for them once if I may believe an old view it has faded.’
Confused reckons
Pray my prayer to sleep again, spare my words, my witness
They cause my words
I depart after meeting Jesus in a dream
I arrive- then fall.
Then in algebra, I, inarticulate.
How it is— Beckett, Samuel, 1906-1989.
Poem penned by me, comprised and inspired by words of Beckett.
St. Mary of Egypt