“The deep is in riot, the coastline is quiet…” Archers of Loaf, Chumming the Ocean

the entrance is always different
always dramatic, the clouds look bruised
chaos its own predictability
then a King of Cups tarot card was pulled
light appeared filtered as if from inside a cathedral
poetics expand silently like prayer
temptation deserves awareness
that feeling: listen
nested privileges
unwound to their most fragile state
this is ephemeral revelation