Five of Cups
From the Rider-Waite tarot

They overflow, these vessels of life
And fall at stumbling feet
Toppled by the whip of my cloak-hem
And spill back to the origin
Year-blood's flow
Soul swims the shore
Eyes reach for water
Once more
I pass them with whispers
Strain in circles
Dive too deep in myself
To read secrets in the sky

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