Ode to the Pleiades

i enter a new realm , Bishop's Cross, and i am afraid...
yes, shit!! damn..!! for the FIRST time i have fear...
Fear of the Unknown... fear of rejection... fear of being vulnerable...
fear of showing my tears... of wearing my emotions on my shirt sleeves...
fear of losing contact with you... i await the PURPLE RAIN... It kisses my lips as i observe the Pleiades.

i solicit the Pleiades... here in this dark realm... surrounded by a forest...
Under the sky awaiting my Artemis ...

but i am today... yes, i am for the first time in a state of anxiety...
unsure... unclear... of the sentinel that awaits me...

i yawp for unequivocal clarity.... yes, that is what i solicit that Zeus and Leto grant my muse
Unequivocal clarity... direction...

i desire her touch... her scent... her kiss... her energy...
Her gait is my manna... her scent is my nourishment...

Why am i so immersed in my Muse's space...?
When today so many suffer in Gaza... a three year naval blockade...
i feel so helpless... i feel so estranged...
Why does the Truth elude us:
Gaza, Hamas, IDF commandos...?


Why am i unable to understand her psyche...?
Why does Love elude us...?
Why are we blinded by the Other...?
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I feel the Hard Rain... i envisage my Muse... she must battle on the pitch... she must engage the Minotaur...
i admire Her colours blue, red and gold.... her number 50 is special amid these stars...
i admire her gait amid these forests and hills...

i am afraid that june 4 proffers me something ominous... his way stirs...
a waking shadow that lingers too long can only collapse amid these crys...

All in all i am plunged in a moraine... and i am not sure how to release myself from Her...

I solicit the Seven Sisters: Maia, Electra, Taygete, Alcyone, Celaeno, Sterope and Merope to either release us... or
fuse us... amid these stars, these forests, these hills...
unite us amid these strangers... amid this chaotic world... amid these barbaric minds.

If not , Hermes must be my guide to the Other KIngdom
He must release me from this pain...

i fell on black days... i hear and feel the PURPLE RAIN... this liquid must nourish me... us...
i accept the Purple Rain... i become one with it...
that is all i desired from You... to become One with you...
as you battle on the wet pitch...
as you yawp enthusiastic entreaties...
i accept the Purple Rain...
i absorb this Hard Rain...
oh, i would relish our touch in this Purple Rain...