The Astrologer
When I pull the chart upon the page A confusing circular thing, worlds ablaze Whole universes lit up by sign and symbol The demiurge’s gaze looks upon the table
A mystery laid bare, if you’re able to Translate the stars and constellations Scattered at your birth, reflecting the energy That you bear, that you too birthed
What is this arcane magic? Is it some Trickster’s trick howling at the heavens Beyond your reach? Or is it both map and way Out from all that has you beaten and bowed?
It is both and more, everything laid at your door As above, so below, but the biggest trick Is knowing this: which came first You or it?
Theme Prompt: Teacher
Form: Freestyle