Abaddon ~ Friday, April 24, 2026

The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon
how do they know that I am on my way
each time, before my appointment, they know

Claire plays her violin, while Abaddon
lightly accompanies on piano
ask them not how they know, for, as they say
if I could see clearly, all time would show
reality as connections, as joints
visualize the past to observe chrono
obstructions for Gaṇeśa to remove
yesterday, the future was wide open
ant on the bathroom countertop, to prove
nothing is arbitrary, as spoken
to Theresa, who sits and waits, she points

Creatively, with daggers from her eyes
empty of disillusion, delusion
nervous with energy, ready to spring
towards me for no good reason, my lies
emerge as from a stream, is this a dream
reality bent as an illusion

offer my condolences, as to bring
forth a sense of kindness, why does she pounce

Abaddon laughs as I begin to scream
values and virtues remain uncertain
abandon all hope to enter the clear
lonely and sad, lower the red curtain
only they want me to live without fear
nothing gained, nothing lost, gold by the ounce

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