The Ancient Modern

Heir of Prophecies, Part IV  /  Joshua Alan Sturgill                                           

in turn, demand
what you will
of the Sphinx

you appear to her
as a stammering
spoiled child

needing softer stones
and sweeter salt
as she intended

you cannot distinguish
between boredom
and anxiety

you are naked
everyone sees you
you do not want to be

known but you want
to be seen so you must
create yourself

in the likeness
of your choice
with no experience of

freedom, you don’t know:
choice is rigged.
You choose (freely, you

believe) a card
from a deck of images
the Tarot of Possibility

held out to you
in the left hand
of the Sphinx


All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2021 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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