I look between lines in everything , looking for a divine message from Mercury: waiting on the signal, searching for indication: waiting on the whistle, reading for me in the pages, in the titles. Looking to see if there any indication of me in your Thoughts, O Mercury, waiting to see if I'll see a song that reminds you of me. Mercury, I don't know what's happening, I can't see past your foggy winds: I do know that I will not stop digging into even when I reach the planet's end. You see me sitting in the lotus: splashing in the water, laughing (am I? are you?), two ears full of tears: petals shield my crown from the Sun's (sometimes) harmful ray. Right? This is what you see? When you hear these things? When you read those things?
Farther side of the moon... hey, it stays on my mind: friend. Come to Uranus so that I could get through to you somehow: at least let me know if you still read these? Can I read your palmistry, now?