crossing among tired young bodies

viewing the purple pulsating planet,

reverberating shadows from the prison node

drift,

lost inside

labyrinth 8^th house

strungout on horny transits,

vying for a huddled earth sign

to abide,

gently,

uncovered 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 not need pause,

for there could be another a song to sing,

another poem to compose,

a solo journey to take,

a single mirror to consider the reflection

yes, there could be another mask

to peel away in courage

Bisbee

1977