As the Sun Squares Pluto...
Tell me what I cannot see,
Causes of such misery.
Are you whispering something I don’t hear
over this world of fear?
Finding the way
through these dark days
with a light inside
dimmed by sore eyes
while shadows of what used to be
creep deeply over me.
Their blanket is not comforting
But the only one beckoning.
What have I forgotten
To remember beneath the rotten?