Alina Pleskova - Ace of Cups lyrics

In an alternate version of today, I corner each whim w/ a lullaby Hush—there's nothing interesting about a resistible urge Instead, a card left face up so its forces leak, lap the hours We indecisive are most receptive to rituals, for want of what more to do when waiting for what's next Boldened by last night's harvest- bright glow, I flung sage ash onto the stoop & said sh**ty energies be gone in a touch too-civil tone Continued in today's itinerary of walking to forget motion's the only goal A want to not believe in goals disconcertingly a goal itself ♢ ♢ ♢ Botch divinity yr own way: it's the freestyle round of sentience Pick an amulet like evil eye, opal, or more pink pills bisected into crescents then tilt skyward for cloudy viscera of a crystal ball & attempt prognosis or else stumble on ♢ ♢ ♢ To relinquish logic is to let sense & reflex swerve Trip over a cobblestone loose since always, even though I know better & still do when sliding uncovered into the hottest patch of sun just to make those fading teeth-marks gleam a red bloom for sheer love of mementos Scan ledes & the weekly horoscopes of still-relevant loves while mine advises spiritually adopt hedonism: a clear signal to lose the plan altogether & claw harder into what I want to take along Let the hungry ghost gorge Try & keep it down this time