ah my sweet lion -!
let these be for when the stars align
might I be- in retrograde?
or witness of the same-
on a ship that sails-
school taught- navigation fails
might I tie myself in nautical nots-
lost out upon my own plot – plodding-
bobbing up and down
the tides of the ground, jester
plays tricks on me
my mind
moving backwards this seems
an elliptical illusion
as all things are as they begin.