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There once was a man who wanted to
Have his problems in life solved by a crystal ball witch
Who, through her absorption in a medium game,
Claims to draw up as by a magic hook
To anyone's query
The ultimate, most correct prophetic statement,
After once having taken to rolling off,
Making the ball more & more shine up
Leaving for an intensified state of inner seeing,
With head and heart set solely on visualizing the
Symbols that are to unfold a full whole line of prediction,
To come up for the human supplicant with
Her pictured reply to any yes-or-no question.
For as to be wooed by man, an ambitious woman's desire is one of making up
A shining star among other human flowers,
In likewise manner a crystal ball seer is bent on the matching of the inner and outer attire
Like as if it were that of a high goddess',
Who she comes to make up from the within,
For an existence coming alive by the knowledge of power and by
The art of accessing the eluding heights of a client's chosen matter for a question, is her profession.
Flying by the guide of intuition as if flying by wire through
The convexing heights of the ball of mind -
To be saying sooth in words of truth
That spring up in direct flash-downs from
Out of cosmos' deepest fountain source,
Towards which the visionary head at times of her medium intuiting
Keeps its mind tilt steady.
Which is what any gypsy bard does once the hood is pulled up
And who started to roll off,
Rolling off ever higher,
Coming closer and closer to the very soul of the thing
That mattered, and be it
Matters of a young fool's or any dumb-struck haggler's,
Folded up in a world gone blind through clumsy hands over
Mad tears with matters that never ought to have mattered,
Still she would set, a true queen of soothsaying,
Her well-trained toy to be a perfect medium,
Crystallizing truth, glittering erratic
Like a ball of invisible gas gradually shaping up
From over and across manifold riffs of sparkling energy
Within a huge, dark, endlessly deep ocean that is
Spanning the shores of mind.
As it is
When man makes up mindful thoughts from in between the sounds of the animal
Shooting up in many hues through his brains,
Cannon balls of sounds with strong meanings,
Voices of twisted tongues lolling to probe out into
One's own share in the human rise-up of nature,
Where every soothsayer's client with a secret question on his tongue, too,
Has his footing.
Likewise, a virtual sooth sayer's footing is to be based in the crystal ball.
Thus, at one point in time such
A seer, whose life
Means heated calls to the visionary ball, by
Customers heated by queries of lively matters,
Had misinterpreted one of her client's moving finger, trusting it to be the
Hint on the right moment for her, the mystic tool, to roll off, to be
Spinning away with secret oscillation,
Swinging inwardly with the unseen swinging of the crystall ball,
Triggered into its spin
After the formal posing of a question in mind done,
Spoken or unspoken, all the same to the genuine wizard:
And twice it was then that
The seeker of the soothing word already had
Shortly left and gone out,
in between the sessions, from
The royally elated soothsayer's tent,
Twice having reappeared for a new show,
Two times thus enforcing an abrupt interruption of
The ongoing ill-timed roll-off of the wizard's ball of truth -
Rather a delicate thing to let happen
Since soothsaying may well be truthsaying, too,
Whereas otherwise it's true, too, that the truthsaying power gets exponentially less potent,
The more it is untrusted to the more dubious client,
Such as to one playing truant,
Who only comes to test the eye of the ball or to see
The mystical limits of all the things that
People are claiming his money could buy for real.
But once came this client who was after
Obtaining real clues to the mending of his room of life lying in shambles,
From a good word of truth by a crystal ball seer,
After a frustrating period of wished-for but failed thrusts at good times for him and his love..
'Ill-doomed affairs might bring up the worth of another try, so as to be better, '
That exactly was what the client had thought,
When he moved with the finger to the crystal ball's eye,
Setting the eerie seer off for the start of her mental plunge,
Taken to be after the formation of the request question,
Diving into the world of the client by
The spinning crystal to be forming the mirror of a most proper answer
To one ordering her services at the crystal ball table,
While actually then the gypsy's head was running ahead of the mystical task-order-to-be,
Rolling off with the stabilized ball on an erring note,
Stabilized as it was at a time when the client had not yet formally posed in his mind the question to the gypsy, who was
Thus actually diving, by a mistaken signal, after nothing at all.
But when the client had stopped the spoilt, premature session already twice,
And was back in for his third attempt, trying to get the timing of question and answer aligned -
A secretive customer, as he was, who insisted on
Not speaking out aloud his query,
Posing the one question in silence, before
Passing the sign for the mystic and her ball to start -
When he chose to take up in his mind for the third try
Simply for once a test question
For his gypsy at the magic ball,
And signalled, properly this time around,
With the
Unspoken question in mind being such:
'Have you not been aware that no question had yet been put forth by me,
While you already had started to roll off for the answer,
Already two times? '
From the depths of the crystal ball
Eventually came up the following line,
Seen by the mystic eye of the soothsayer:
'Did you think that every foolish question of any ugly customer were to be replied to by me? '
A stunningly fit reply to a silent question
Not exposed otherwise than in mind
For a crystal ball and her gypsy,
And even more so, when the gypsy and her crystal ball were without eyes and ears
But a phoney electronic simulation of virtual brains and their crystallizing introspectivity,
A smart application for use on a palm-sized intercommutable mind contents servicing table board, one
Of the latest gimmickry in the history of men
Before the final start of peak joy in
Our world and our great partying time
Here in this house for humanity, yet under renovation.
Now, if it had been looked on by any user-to-be of that device
As something questionable in a telecommunicator's stall at hand,
At least with some such devices there's indeed something to it,
As we have come to see
In this very title's event.
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This poem was inspired and written after a real experience with a crystal ball application for mobile phones which may be downloaded for free by pressing on the jar.button on the Russian wap servicing page found at http: //wap.mypuk.ru/download2/games/java_s60/others/2569_r.wml, after previously having once made a rather disappointing experience with another such device by a different provider.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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