“Astrological Shift”

This is one crazy zodiac we’re entering here,

As if the sun’s fire has become semantic

In its molten, all-encompassing rage to

Drive our shadows to precipice

And our shadows will dance and sing

In careless, timeless zeal, with

Faces glued in burning identity,

A 90-mile-per-hour

Omniscience factory.

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