Pieces.

June was born of fire and malaise in time of Taurus and roses. She descended from the moon, her home, on sunbeams. Her eyes were radiant with innocence and her hair of serpents. The foregoing nights knew only nonsense and toil…though so did the subsequent one. June quickly grew tired of flagrance and fallacy and so she set out through the empty spaces and whirlwind cauldrons of the place called Sea. She walked in semicircles and sung in tired solemnity. As she counted the sides of the stars (6, 7, 9…), what she failed to perceive is that, upon the sheath of vacancy and darkness, stood the limitlessness of her being. As she forayed with the frost and tethered herself in totality, the world – one of four – around her began to wilt without a scream like tiger lilies in infinite winter…

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About grasshopperstothemoon

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.”
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