THE WEAVE:
Moonie sends one back to Chiron…
"Who on this Earth
is not a Luna
-tic. Going off,
like a clock
in the skin? Sleeping
eventually wakes itSelves.
You know
what the Door looks
like, because you
have stood, on either
side of it. Its hurt
is understood, because
you have made many
shapes, upon your own
walls. The limit
where false Love tips
into Fate, and you
learn to decide
what Love will mean
for you, next. To be
between the scales
is to hold a crux
felt as the tipping
point of pain,
with no one
to blame but the Angry
Dear, in your Heart."