Aquarius goes on to acquire
50 hands
more faces, water, droplets of rain,
more fingers, twigs of trees
more feet, roots and more roots and more capillaries
more of these nonsense, foolishness of men
wisdom of God
less reason, junk food, broken computer chairs, dragging hours,
more emotions, flowers on my bed, candles by the side of my bathroom
stay more on the left side of the brain, giving justice for the lost moments,
striking the chords of despair and repairing the broken strings of awe,
why not? why limit myself to usual possibilities of office, home, church, work,
honor, position, pedestal
when the mountain ranges are waiting, less trodden paths where only my two feet fit,
muddy rivers, pigs, doghouses, bee hives, chase and chase myths
on the 29th, i like being away from me.
i will meet myself as a stranger, offer it hot tea on cold morning,
no asking of where it hails from, and where it is going,
just being together, mirroring, no teasing, no guilt,
no comparisons,
i keep on writing for no one.
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