Science meets poetry
Free Reasons and reassurance
In such a lost reality is sometimes found
Surprisingly in the horoscope.
With no intention of giving it value,
I find myself lulled by its promise
Of stability and periodicity.
What is a hard for me to interpret
Finds a silly explanation
And the atmosphere gets lighter.
The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.
What is special
Is hard to find
And hard to describe.
Personal talents draw for us
The way
Others cannot see.
Under the stars
The way shines
Only for us.
