Chaos was an intangible thing.
Now, mathematicians draw fern leafs
and smoke screens from random numbers.
Card sharks nod to them as kin;
they, too, know the stretch of the stack,
the range of the draw.

Mayan shamans, alchemists,
and druids at their bloody trees
would know the goals of Mandelbrot.
From rune to byte, from bone to stars,
equations scrawled by knowing men
have sought to burrow through our world,
to time its spin, forecast its end.

Even so, for all we chart the odds
a coast will twist when pressed by tide,
not one has said just how a wave will break
nor when its fall will take the land.

 

The Hanged Man
Death
Temperance

The Devil
The Tower
The Star

The Moon
The Sun
Judgement

The World