astrology

interpreting readings on the moon and the sun
sifting through the contents of buckets filled with ideas
ideas i’ve not had, but ideas i’ve found

of them, can one be mine?
can it be mine, just one idea i find?

an idea i’ve found, consumed, digested
i, too, want to be found, consumed, and digested so
find me, consume me, digest me

give me just one of your ideas
just one idea from any bucket

interpretations gather rust, holes form in the buckets
hands sore and soaked from sifting for oh so long for
an idea, sustenance, digestible matter

consume me, moon, and share what’s left with the sun for
there’s an idea, just one, that i want to be mine

it’s not made of metal
it’s not made of wood
it doesn’t require ink

of them all, can it be mine?
can this inkless idea of yours be mine?

a sacrifice, oh moon, of all that i am for
an idea, sustenance, digestible matter

so let’s
wipe rust from it all and
latch on to the moon and
swallow something from a bucket

and let’s
contemplate the metal
rearrange the wood
start gathering ink, just in case

an idea i’ve found, consumed, digested
i, too, have been found, consumed, and digested but
how do i make it mine?

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