Moonlight feels like
identical twins separated
Nepthys and Isis shot across
opposite ends of infinity

Their mutual rhythm
only sound sane
with the other
a rhyme to the reason
because that is what art
is

Splitting lightening once the white shine
bolts a crack in my spine
hits the glitch in my automatic mask,
to the world,
and everything I can't hold in my head space

Full Moon in Gemini
so unwilling to compromise
because of the gift and the curse
to see both sides so vividly;
intrinsically

Since when has anything ever been
set in stone
without growing into another white lie
floating in the mist
of another form that couldn't be compared to this
but rather another aspect in this

There are no questions left to ask The High Priestess

Everything I needed to howl at the moon
pin balled back to me in the vacancy of desert skies

Sand storm in my eyes
until Judgment's horns blared through
the illusion of heaven I created

Your place in my life is as empty
as the chair next to me.