Page of Cups

And I wonder is it kind And will it understand that its provision as a practicality Gave mechanism to a stunning bit of alchemy And I wonder is it kind And when it speaks will it speak grace and with pardon As I have let the light linger upon it So longingly and resting where it may And if this is how I strive my way along another blinding page When looking at it now I will be kind and therefore never will I find it strange And I wonder is it kind And will it move with clemency or will it bow and startle Lurching back into the fabric where at first I caught sight of it And so begat an elegy And I wonder is it kind And what will it see of me Will it see that I am right or wrong In letting it prеside as I have Chiding me into yеt another song And I have allowed my mind Autonomy to wanderingly stray Into fanaticism of a daring kind And therefore never will I find it strange And if this is how I strive my way along another blinding page When looking at it now I will be kind And therefore never will I find it strange And I wonder is it kind And will it ever pass this way again As I have waited half a century or more Which is why I let it drag me to my knees Then belly down along the floor And I have allowed my mind Autonomy to wanderingly stray Into fanaticism of a daring kind And therefore never will I find it strange And if this is how I strive my way along another blinding page When looking at it now I will be kind And therefore never will I find it strange