Arcanas - NeURO

Tempt the manner circled with alluring smoke

Breathe the invitation to your life

Announce the guests in order of the wise

They touch our grateful presence with the images of sons

We’ve begun the strangest journey through arcanas of the mind

Tongues and tails are only lurid hues about us

It begins with one sense

Inside there is a place that melts the outer space

And here we come from love, mirroring above

Sense the tranquil realm where we can float

Or we can gaze at flashing brilliance at the wonders

Or we spin and glide with all

And we are all, and all are us as iridescence

Without hands we form a séance

The Hierophants & The Ace of Wands

The Queen of Cups & «The Magic One»

Search the manner circled with a tempting glow

First cross unholy barriers and tolls

Find our daughters fetching distant stars

But temperance is the reading in the cards

We’ve begun the strangest journey through arcanas of the mind

Tongues and tails are only lurid hues about us

Counting down:

Seventh sense.

Sixth Sense.

Fifth Sense.

Once there was a place we found the human race

And once we plucked our eyes to see their brilliant lies

Where is the ten of cups?

We’ve nine of swords

To fight the hordes of yearning monsters

And below our failures haunt us

And we live the air we breathe, the air outside

Inside it breeds in rotten cancers

As we tally deaths from world wars

The Three of Swords as The Tower falls

Two Pentacles as Judgment calls