THE MATH: Full Moon + Aries = !

THE WEAVE:

In the Moon’s dream,

she wakes up, eye

to eye with a soul

in the desert.
He looks to her
lovingly.  "You,
are the blue 
pearl," he speaks, 
as he hands her the orb
of ahnydrite.  She flashes
forward to a note,
in the center of a lava
stone merkabah.  She knows
the symbol, but the words
inside the letter
are changed.  They are
the ones she wishes she had
made.  She speaks them
to him, unfolded from another
woman's tongue,
and it is
a Strange Victory.
poem by Sara Teasdale

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