Tuatha de Danaan


Posted on March 26, 2015 at 6:25 AM

Maybe it's cosmic,

something in the air,

forces of nature,

forces of free will,

working for or against,

the prescription.

Forget the plans.

There's more to it

than that, and

there always is.


One eye, watching,


the spot light sun

of early summer


Three sisters,

kept under one God,


splicing the encoded film.

The resolution, always fateful,

keeps the happy endings

tangled in a basket,

hidden in the sisters' house.




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