libra star, pierced
the ages 'fore crystallise patterns
into rings
scales adjusting:
what betrayals come to pass?
yet
rings will spin and splinter dark
the spear haft cleanly through
three times three times three more eons
the elder you, a kind of current
rivers do —
again.
panic i will not, then
to see another wound
and trust a misted trail
rumbling against the orbit:
(again)