THOUGHTS WHILE LEAVING . . .
setting out upon a long journey
I take my lantern off the post
the hills in the west are approaching Jupiter
a young moon
in the 7th house
horns to the east
floats low in a purple lea
half in shadow/half in light
I take the path of the terminator.
there are endless stones in this path
each stone a world
and endless steps in this journey
each step a birth/each step a death
birth/death blended into this exquisite twilight
through which I go towards Jupiter
and the edge goes with me
for we are in need of the sea.