No amount of talking will explain it.
No matter that the sun is in Gemini-the great lover of talk and sense.
Fire is voracious-Sagittarius I am-eating and burning through thought and will.
I can not contain it yet I do not try.
I let it go. Roaming as it will room to room
down the streets and into the buildings taking
what it wants and seeing only with its blinded vision.
I find it pleasant company nonetheless
when now in my safety watching it roam about I talk to it with wisdom and sense despite the elusive
lucidity leaving words hanging at the tip of my arrow
piercing the veil of what shall be and what is.