Week of 11/5 in Sagittarius: The poem that is written about the sun is waiting for you, but you have to write it.
Write it? Ah, no. However, I was able to scrape one together out of spam.
much elegance neglected
decay winding a peculiar
convinced it was mistaken
breathing on all these dirty windows
fogging them blind gold
-11.6.2017, posted today, because I’m trying to psych myself up for tackling my statistics homework by taking care of random things that I didn’t get to during the week1, and I found this sitting in my drafts folder along with another draft post that I just decided to delete.
1The past few weeks have seen me unable to get to my homework until the weekend, chiefly because my body likes human normal amounts of sleep, and my brain’s beginning to (reluctantly) concede that (maybe) it’s not an idiot.