THE SPIDER AND THE WEB
Natal charts make shapes,
like music or math,
there are harmonics
and dissonances. When you look
at a birth chart, you witness
these shapes. Sometimes I study
a person, and envy how
clear and tidy everything
moves. Even,
when you add archetypes, beyond
the planets, like the asteroids,
you can still notice
how the myths turn: together,
like a greased wheel. I wish
my chart contained this kind of
undistracted momentum, but
the truth is, my chart looks
like a shit show; powerful but unclear.
It is the web of a manic spider
on weed and too much coffee. Full
of triangles and squares, oppositions
and inconjunctions. I fall off
my own strands. I do not understand
myself. I have to walk my web,
and plummet, through strong,
but shoddy framework,
into unchartered territory,
before I realize where I am
weaving up my own dysfunction.
It is challenging for me to see
my own hologram, until I swing
beneath it, by a thread. I often feel
like I am in this deep process
of experiencing, to be
able to know what looks me
in the face.
Planetary Signatures 