House of Cards

I’m playing solitaire
With a freshly shuffled deck
Of tarot cards
I am not winning
My future is unbound
My past is arcane
My present is the stuff of
Tired legends
Best told during sleepless nights
And burned out mornings
It’s all a valuable scheme
A placement of charisma
Pieces of failure
Scrawled advice
And unlikely wisdom
A valuable scheme
That builds before your eyes
This house of cards
In which resides
A creature
Human at a distance
Beyond the boundaries
And out of focus
Captivated with the game
And the valuable scheme
That tells clandestine words
Inconsequential but enticing
Constant blocks for building
An identity