READING YOUR STARS
virgo
strung out on the wires
of impossible romance,
nothing to believe in
just loose ends to tie off and
staples of habit that bite deep,
search the space between words
to find no taste of breath
no pulse of blood-warmth
the stars are cold
scorpio
a new moon in your sky
a focus on fresh creative ideas
but nothing that connects
other than astrological signs
the movement of planets
constellations that turn
into strange alignments
dictating the destinies
of impossible tomorrows
while you and me,
bide time in hope
something useful
will emerge,
no turn of page
…yet
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