To the poet time traveler

who naively sails into the often treacherous waters

of his or her own ancient journal entries- like the Fool of the Sacred Tarot.

He is to some extent protected,

and will almost always survive,

but he may find that any number of swords pierce his heart

when he least expects it.

There may be some pleasant surprises too,

but it's good to remember

not to just dive in anywhere.

See if you remember where those submerged sharp rock are,

look for the shadows beneath the surface.

I'm just saying

maybe it's better if you're not always so totally random with this stuff,

but hey,

I know who I'm talking to, so

don't mind me.