The client meeting
Moor your craft higher up and facing the sun.
Do not move upstream to meet them, so much for river warfare.
The all seeing eye, it's merged, and the third eye, it's blind.
4:00 AM, the voice taunts me, "Go." A genie, a jinn, the architect. It appears, rub the genie again, 22, it's now brought to you, the Queen of Hearts.
A lesser than self-concept in a divineless partnership, and bliss, well, it's on the rocks and it's impulsive.
So what do you desire?
Appearing now, a man boldly bronze, bringing instruments of navigation, the blueprints for expansion in a non-local field as the golden healer.
And 33, well, now, it's brought to me, a positioning partnership.
Let me show you something.
The empress reveals itself in a modern garb, presenting diamonds, pearls, and rubies rare.
Yet still, the queen holds back her heart, forewarned, too shy to take the weight such gifts declare.
The crown must wait until the soul is sure, for royal hands receive when they are true.
Such treasures rest until the will is pure, and dawn unveils what midnight could not do.
