Magdeleno - Jeniferever

When the gypsy read my palm

She traced down some line’s crease

As it splintered and divided

And then looked me in the eyes:

«Your future is a bell curve

Which the same as hers and his and hers

And if you do not stress it

It will not swerve

It will remain but a bell curve

With a singular ring

Nothing more than a ding

Whereas if you attempt to hold it back

Blockading its track

It’s timbre won’t crack

Just course into a cauldron

Whose call drones a cacophony of strings»

And so I looked her in her eyes

And to her earthen surprise

I said: «Yes

Yet you sit in this seat

And live through others' lives

Then take your pennies to the teller

To calculate the size

Another seer who’s a eunuch

And every eunuch lies

What’s the other option

For a bosom that denies?»

«I see you point.

I understand,»

She said still holding my hand

And thus I anointed Lady Jesus

With my oils from the sand