poem: the magician’s shadow

wine will spill
and trickle off the table
as the wind blows
and vines shiver
the roses will be aglow
and cast a glimmer
on your blade ready to strike
the unseen enemy
the shadow on the wall

credit taken
never given
maxed out
a dull club
that pounds you daily
all this you sweep aside
a new image forming
it’s that shadow on the wall

a flicker on the screen
says the truth it out there
a fax streams through
the message in an old script
not occult, just forgotten
you’re beginning to get it
the shadow on the wall

hermes by your window
tapping gently
thoth clearing his throat
to get your attention
you’re knee deep in it now
and there’s no going back
the spirits of old
have come out to play
and they dance around you
that’s your shadow on the wall

spells, enchantments, formulas
words of power
they’ll bind you, if you let them
so put them all aside
find your way
an eternal way
from an intuition
let there be a revelation
a path revealed
the transmitter and transmitted
becoming one