You are perfect because the cosmos are perfect. Stars don’t miss their mark. Planets don’t go retrograde out of time.
Shrapnel shredding our eyes out. Sandpaper on each vertebrae. Alone in the twilight. Standing between the mirror. Worlds collided.
We artists of divine. Keeping humble we create. Eating the torn and ravaged pieces of our long dead lives. Ruler and master. Saturn the mystic. Saturn our father.
We are, claiming space. Dark matter imploded. The black hole consuming a star. Spinning out of control for centuries. Now, coming back to center.
The future is here. We make it possible. Radical mobilization. Institutions of new nations. One flag under love. Made with liberty and actual justice, for all.
Christ the magician. Feeding weary travelers with alchemical magick. The nutrition of spirituality. Always of service. The language of love.
The remedy. Bread in the belly of life. We digest. Healing the scars of the past. Traces of wounds long forgotten.
I will teach you about hidden truth.
We walk with stardust trailing our toes. A balloon of consciousness tied to a string, held in our feeble fingers. We are so small. Yet, we are everything.
Karmic healing is at the forefront. The past comes back at the purge level. Spewing forth. So much rot.