THE MATH: (Moon + Cancer) OPPOSITE (Pluto + Capricorn) = the Grasper glued
"I'd let you rest
inside my Heart, though you are
a horrid thing. But inyour Dreams, you gougedand pierced, you goredmy Center Being.
What kind of creature
comes to camp, inside
an ancient tree, who
cannot keep a quiet
nest, for sake of
curtesy?"-The Oracle of Passeridae
THE WEAVE:
…Pluto Speaks…
"A foolish man finds
enemies, within his arms.
He shadow-boxes his psycho
-dramas, upon the bodies
who might help him. He Sees
not how his own actions
create a storm.
Such a man is helpless.
A man who cannot find
allies, within his own
camp, will never survive
the anxieties of a society
whittled to swindle him.
And why should anyone
go to war against you,
as the thin silhouette
you bat at in your sleep?
Though slim as a wisp,
a Shadow clings like tar.
The Grasper glued
by what can never be."