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When Sagittarius Met Cancer
It came to be that unknown visitors tarried at
my doorstep during my contagious sleep;
One in particular walked inside without just
permission. Indeed, the boldest lump I ever owned.
There was a slight whisper in its omnipresence,
And I sensed the culture of fatality spreading though
my innocent veins. The acceptance of a layered mistress
on my favored throat wrinkled my composure.
I could not fathom prosperity without the weakness of
exclamation accompanying the hour glass.
Still, passions had yet to divorce the sprit.
I pressed forward baring the imprint of ailments
Of these things altered from the temple was my
cranial topping. I paused and witnessed these
strands of coverings rain freely on my dark shoulders.
With one hand, I swept through the deserted peak,
and discarded the remaining follicles.
As the weeks made weaker of my shell, the weight
of excess flesh began to decrease, and I summoned
What became of these failed attempts to focus beyond
the crippled stance? A constant tremble that would not
lie still, and frail poetic fingers that could not resist speaking.
As I mold these unfortunate cards into platinum, I now teach
my offspring the majesty of life.
I stress that the fruit must be honored and made intimate.
Never deny its substance. Denial is what became my thoughtless
trigger of yesterday. But as I sat among the children dispersing jewels,
I noticed the skin of a now depleted apple, fall at my feet.
I smiled deeply in rapture, knowing that our anatomies would
meet in the imitation of devourment.