It weeps for distant things. Hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. Weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch.
I had to reread it to see the tarot reference you made. That's a really interesting image, actually. I just assumed that the guitar's "Heart mortally wounded by five swords" were the player's nails/fingers.
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I really love these lines! Thanks for sharing :)!
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I like the repetition of:
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
and also Impossible to silence it
and how it jumps at the end to a Tarot card image.
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