THE WEAVE:
…Venus speaks
under the waning
Moon, with Lilith’s head
in her lap…
"When tHere is so much to say, tHere is Nothing to say. When the grief only asks that you hold it. When the opaque crowds around you. You knew it was coming, and you also know it will pass, like a storm. You pretend to be a stoic. You do not know what line you're writing next, only that you are a rain, falling to the ground. You Water it."
Planetary Signatures 