crossing among tired young bodies

viewing the purple pulsating planet,

reverberating shadows from prison nodes drift, 

lost inside

labyrinth 8th house

strungout on horny transits,

vying for a huddled earth sign

to abide,

gently

uncovering ascendants

(but instead the charts predict

the next sunrise

will elude our eyes

should we remain

fixated by the numbers)

meanwhile, wild daisies beckon fishes to the lake

where people followed the Placidus myth 

leading us all to the waiting water,

no matter the sun,

for dreams and circus magic illuminate

(his eyes busy searching,

fingers busy stirring

slowly blending the mixture)

(her breasts busy heaving,

head busy turning,

aspects busy trining)

once around the natal stars is enough

to ignore pause,

for there could be another song 

another poem 

some  solo journey to take

could be another mask 

to peel away in courage

Bisbee

1977