All the Secrets God Really Meant To Reveal in One Convenient Package

Tarot fool
Over the Occam's edge of comprehension
Splatter fragments of yellowed reasoning.
Up against the wall!
The cogs of intuition bite.

Thunder drum howls a younger pulse:
     Broken participles,
     Thrashed infinities,
     Unexploded sound/mind fields.
And we ran, ran, ran,
     Bled like a painting.
Ink bleeds though a page from another verse.
     From bad to