Inevitable as a gun
Is the death of ones
And the rebirth of the late eclipse bloom
With a kick in gait
From never being late
The karmic underdog loves the fun
In heaven they say
a corollary
of life is a trail of what's given away
A kiss, a town
A ribbon-cut frown
all marks of the beloveds and former strays
In the end, we chimed
and did not rhyme
with the energies latent and frolicking
And our voice in time
became of one mind
And the Lord thumbed up our wit and folly
Written after an 11 moment where I spent days analyzing a dream, then experienced the exact same vibe at an astrology group practicing Visual Thinking Strategy with astrology charts.