full moon in her swelling Sky Grandmothers hovering watching over Wind in full force blustery Breath of Life the young ones are troubled agitated too many ruffled feathers groundless moon is ripe to give birth on this windy night seal up the cracks around the windows...
rahu dark north node of the moon eclipsing my power my sex and grace I feel the pull into destruction annihilation of my highest destiny and Innocent Prayer the mother says, no, you can’t have it, shame on you the father says, no, you can’t have me, though...
if you were out on the frozen tundra on a dark night just a sliver of a moon a tiny slice of dinosaur memory so quiet you can hear the air sliding across water turned solid a wolf on the distant hill don’t think you are alone even though the daughters are gone...
