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."