I imagine you Sunburst
like that of a tye-died
Cloth I got at Folk festival


or a Dream-purple
vivid, visceral
a victory dance
with watery wide-eyes
bright and blue
perceptive, magnetic
hair of indecisive, interchangeable colour

A silhouette, a whisper
that smokes and billows
into the night sky
into the blood Moon bleed
-ing constellations
swallowed by Oblivion's jaws

My Sagittarius,
in whom I have found
a grace in the graceless
and serenity within the chaos