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THE PAGE OF CUPS or Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Get Away From Me Kid You Bother Me

#soultarotchallenge Day 8- Q: What card is showing up as a teacher at this time?- You know who shows up? This weird ked with a PAGE OF CUPS T-shurt. Must be some kinda band these keds ah into? So I hear this noise right, an at first I think it’s the wind but it turns out it was this little scamp composing lyric poetry under my window at like dawn. An I says to ‘em:

“Hey ked whatcha doin out there?” The Page looks up at me with wistful eyes and replied:


“I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. 

I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.”


“Ok first off what explosives are you talking about. You seem like a nice ked let’s not cause any trouble here ok?” The ked looks almost through me inta like the sky or sumthin’ an they says:


“The hand that whirls the water in the pool

Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind

Hauls my shroud sail.”


And I’m like: "Hey ked I ain’t got a frikken’ clue what you’re talking about” Then they hold up this cup that they’s carrying around with them and says to it:


“My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains”


So I says to ‘em, I says: “you need me to call someone, Don’t ya go ODing in my yaahd.” And I shit you not this fish just appears in that cup and it flops right out into the stawm drain. And they just smile like that’s some normal-ass shit. I nealy had a haart attack.

“Wicked pissa ked your fish just flew the coop!”


“Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées

Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;”


“yeh dun lost me there ked, Ima need you to get off my lawn. I’m try’n to be in my Hermit refuge ova here and yer kinda freakin me out with yer weird jibber jabbah so if you could just move along...” And they looks at me again with those big brown eyes that like peered right into me and raised up that cup and get this, they says:


“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.”


And I was frikken flabbergasted. Something ‘bout what he says just touched me a like an actual tear came to my eye, then they get up and they says:

“Are you the teachers of my heart?” They throw their arms around my neck and says “We teach old hearts to break” they the just skip off down the street leaving me wicked perplexed. I swea to frikken gawd it was the weerdest thing. 


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