Chord and Discord Sat on a Fence
A man who could translate Water to Wind
met a woman who only spoke Fire.
He cooled her. She sparked him.
He fanned, she inflamed: desire
with no earthly understanding.
But they slept in each other's arms
like two lullabies, demanding
nothing, content to share dreams.
The Fortune Deck fool is born again
with every breath taken and given.
A body trusts that air, sun and rain
will continue. It only knows living,
and life will or must derange.
It’s reason that's strange.