Tarot · Track 2 · middle
The High Priestess
RWS: a veiled woman between two pillars, black and white, a crescent moon at her feet, a half-hidden scroll of law in her lap, a pomegranate veil. Keywords: intuition, the veil, secret knowing, the inner voice, what will not be spoken.
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Lyrics
Between the black pillar and the white. I do not invite you. You arrive. The crescent is a blade beneath my heel, Silver heavy resting on the stone. I wear the water where the shadows deal, And guard the boundary of the great unknown. Look at the tapestry hanging at my spine— Pomegranates splitting in the loom. You came to ask me for a clear design, But I only offer you this waiting room. I hold the scroll, but I cover the text. You want the answer of what happens next. But the B and the J on the columns of ash Only hold up a sky that is ready to crash. I am the silence that sits in the skull, The empty cup that is already full. There are forty-two seeds bleeding in the fruit, Stitched into the fabric of the veil. You listen for a voice or for a root, But your brain just builds a pattern from the hail. The letter T, the letter A, Slipping from the velvet of my dress. I know exactly what the parchment says, But I will leave you in the wilderness. I hold the scroll, but I cover the text. You want the answer of what happens next. But the B and the J on the columns of ash Only hold up a sky that is ready to crash. I am the silence that sits in the skull, The empty cup that is already full. If I tore this curtain down the middle, Would you see the water underneath? Or just another mirror and a riddle, And the slow, heavy breathing of your own... teeth? Do not ask me to speak. A spoken truth is always a leak. Between the dark pillar and the pale. Stay on your side of the veil. Read what is hidden in the fold. Some things are ruined when they're told.