Rahu’s shadow licks the 4th wall. Ketu dreams of falling upward.
Mercury retrograde in the throat — words come out backwards, I love you sounds like leave.
Somewhere, a nadi leaf says your name wrong. kundali 0.5
You are in the 0.5 version of your own becoming — beta release of a soul, patched daily by small disasters.
The ascendant is a bruise forming under the thumb of dawn. Rahu’s shadow licks the 4th wall
Moon in pieces, in pieces, in the 8th from itself.
Here’s a raw, draft-style piece titled — half-poetry, half-fragment, meant to feel like a horoscope chart torn at the edges. kundali 0.5 draft-style piece titled — half-poetry
Shani sees you. Shani is not finished.
