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We are ruled by

A fool’s literature

Our settled Sunday readings

Map out an astrology-pulled apology

For the curves and quirks in our hapless week’s psychology

Clutching a passionate grasp around instruction

That limits our habits to the moon’s and sun’s seduction

We are led by the hand, willing participants in our own abduction

Lured by the romance of another world’s aura – chunked construction

Running blind from our own control

Two thirsty dogs lapping from a cosmic bowl

Two sapient dogs lassoing a leash to their own soul

Dutifully bowing to boldly meditate

Around Leo’s planetary heavyweights

Obediently howling at a weekly Mailchimp email to celebrate

A half-hashed understanding of Mercury retrograde

Cocking a leg to salute a sold faith

Doesn’t the whole infinite eclectic point sort of dissipate

When we hand a stranger a title that lets them control our own fate?