Anatomy Of Melancholy Lyrics

Augur intently
under air molasses-thick.
Divine
runes traced along your scarred hands,
emblems of
yesterdays.
Cast glances, bones, spheres, or
other
likely stories.
Little sums co-operate
in a final cause--did you guess?
Necromancy or
some gut feeling?

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