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9/24/2003

 
Astrology Lesson
from 3/3/2003

So the dark, it passed. I stopped for gas and got chips and a drink while inside. I reflected upon my life in the corner concave glass. Soon after I became a passenger again as always. Back in the car I gazed upon stars that had fallen from my sight night before. I wax astrology. I do so miserably. Who am I pretending to be? Am I a fraud? Am I playing God? I can't even drive. Sometimes the road is clear. Sometimes, but not often and my sight is still near. Sometimes I know who I am. Fleeting moments, I tell you. Sometimes I know I'm just trying to bum a ride. As I said I can't even drive. I try to remember the point I had. Sometimes I dare rely on billboards for direction. God will speak in the smallest things, but silence doesn't disprove my ignorance. The fool is still revealed. We are homeless hearts and heartless homes. I may see gray, but I'm not dismayed enough to see nothing.