THE WEAVE:
Jupiter calls Lilith,
on his roadtrip, half-way
between Pluto and Neptune.
She doesn’t pick up, but,
he leaves her a breathy voicemail…
"Scattered on the Winter Wind between Death and the Dreaming Sea, what do you know about magick carpets? I am myself, a ghost not yet landed. What comes, what comes, O' crispy Sky, set crystal and kaleidoscopic? In my arms, Fire is a torch made from a magnifying glass I have folded into the weave. I cannot lose it. This is how I carry Fire through the Flood."
Planetary Signatures 