Horoscope

Become Like Nets... My 2009 Horoscope

We each must be and come to be like fallow nets

and blow and go amidst the darkling below.

Habit formed, we lead a roped luck down to a tuition

and each bounden tone repeals its fidelity of mind.

Nor are we what we can see by looking inside the clink
of us two-folded fisherfolk; nor entertain a sentinal idea

of shoreboats. Have you read the signs revealed at holiday

as a certain chiari-stemed consciousness about how to wrestle.

What you foresee, and what some finger will connect

will shore you and your little thread into revealation--

though you're alliance-bound and relation-shipped.

Grappling skeins comes partly taken aback as apparition.

Nor is what we look for an elucidation of edge bonded abyss,

that can-- and will through your habits-- bind and inspire.

You ever notice that this little stuff exactly is your nostrum?

You are behemoth, and we envision binding a clutch of holy days.