Like a lure from beyond the known worlds, another fated conjunction has us in its outer reaches from deep in the Piscean waterworld. There is uncommon magic afoot, its margins shimmering in the currents. Felt more than understood, a glance from the periphery at the liquid intersection of past and future.

Revolution begins and ends in the dark corridors of heavy hearts. Out past the breaking point of loss and great griefs, beyond despairing resignation to currents and conditions. Sparked at the tiny cardiac altar when hope flickers low, craving a gust of wind or a strike of lightning to raise its flames to crackling.