Under an Eclipse: XIII

Words & Art channeled from the Aries Eclipse

“We are as defined by our endings as we are by our beginnings…”

— “Death,” The Pagan Otherworld’s Tarot

Under an Eclipse

I lean so heavily onto my own longing I think I will break. 

I balance at the very center of that tension; 

the center of the long, dark sea. 

Sometimes I bear the weight, 

and I think to myself, 

I’d let myself break.

Put me inside your mouth and I’ll drown in you.

Our place, the only place we exist,

becomes littered with remains; 

A graveyard, 

Because an ending inevitably comes. 

There is nowhere left to grow. 

The corpses of our becoming rot into the ground, composting, 

Giving birth to new dreams 

Made from the bones of what came before it. 

I break in an unbroken cycle. 

I’m reborn time and time again 

Feeding the longing 

Then filling a grave, 

Feeding the longing, 

Filling a grave. 

I close the door and I stand under the rose. 

I whisper your name to an empty room

And confess my wanting to the walls.

Artist notes: This poem was channeled during a sleepless night under the Aries Eclipse. The Art was completed over the course of the month of March with a tarot reading completed over the artwork prior to the Eclipse.