Monday, September 13, 2021

Roly Poly Bug

A roly poly bug
Just like the Six of Cups
I do remember him
From walking on my skin
With all his little legs
I could not see his face
I do see it now though
Eyes like a woodland doe
Turn crescent when he sings
Like my moon was 9-3
At eleven degrees 
In Scorpio for me
Designed to make me search
Perform my psychic work
Continuously ask
Until I lift his mask
The sun on water shines 
Like Pisces toward a lion
It just needs an earth sign
A homebase for two fires