Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Oracle At The End Of The World

The gypsy's glass is dark. Her cards
have turned to jokers one and all. It's hard
to make your fortune telling fortunes anyway--
no-one wants tomorrow's news today
when it's bound to be bad. She twirls
on thin ice, her gaudy skirts a-swirl.
It's hard to be an oracle at the end of the world.

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