It is no rebuke
Nor do we CHIDE the Fates
If we make our own way
STAMP a distinctive mark along the path
Claim desires and needs
We can defy the Oracle and
Reshuffle the TAROT deck
No need to find FAULT or
Starve ourselves GAUNT
Grace will flow
Beauty will abound
We are enough
If we just open our eyes

Woke craving fresh JUICE.
Orange and pulpy. None FOUND.
GAUNT, need refreshed

Heather