Superstition

by Sam M. Phillips

Of course it’s lucky

To find money,

I don’t see anything funny

In being superstitious,

Life is vicious

And I need support.

.

I’ve taught

Myself to read the signs,

Vines of a tree

Holding me

In its cradle,

Making me able

To handle so much more.

.

This is such a raw

Mode of existence,

Too much distance

Between us and perfection,

Any detection

Of clues is appreciated.

.

Why is shaman so hated?

Logic has debated

Itself dead,

Filled your head

With many lies,

With many ties

Which seem to make sense,

But make us dense.

.

I make a defence

For cold clarity,

Amity of spirits,

They have their merits,

They can be confusing,

But if you’re using

A method tried and true

Then they can work for you.

.

I owe everything

I am

To them,

They bring

Me all my writing,

Lighting a truth

That needs no proof

Other than intuition,

A by-product of superstition.

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