The Oracle

Clairvoyant, Clairsentient

Schizoaffective

Schizophrenic

Addiction

Alcoholism

The patterns

Go in and out

They become me

Alone in a maze

Solitude in a blur

I hit my head

I’m part lizard

Reptilian

Snake like

The desert speaks

The deep ocean

All around

Reverberates

In my mind

I speak

The noise

The music

Becomes sentient

The chaos

It learns

Instructs

The pain

Is a riddle

But alone?

Is anyone listening?

The music, sound

It comes alive

It is a meeting

Of minds

Of souls

Of spirits

We together see,

The psychic vision

Is shared

We are together

In this pattern

Trinkets

Swinging in the breeze

The tarot speaks

The cards instruct

The are real

They are magic

The prayer comes alive

It is a mystery

It is an oracle

But me?

I am significant

In the dark night

Endless stars

So far away

Speak to me

My neighbors,

No matter how

Elite, unapproachable

They twinkle

In the night

The ailment

Is the gift

The chronic pain

The disease

The map

The answer

The solution

Wrapped up in my body

In my sick mind

There is a way to truth