Delphi

There is too much to become. Physics casts the shadow that darks the bone dice to roll out of control. A single flick to tessalate the patterns in runes scattered like  gypsy craft in herbal baths and star cards a craving.  Dimension for a brain the size of a universe. Intensely physical, in its intellect a saving. And in a stone age spell fell from fingers, found in the flesh an engraving like the body arch concave called come to beckon some little priestesses- Well bred from wine, water and laurel leaves to oracle belief in response to inquiry. The earth swells and quakes to wake its children. But most just dwell in comatose doses and close case cloisters.