In the shadowed hush of moonlight's grace, I stand, bare and boundless, in night's embrace. Ketu's fingers, cool and keen, Trace the edges of what has been. Rahu stirs where futures bloom, Stretching wide beneath the moon. I feel the pull, the tethered thread, Between what lives and what is dead. A tightrope strung from star to star, Carrying who we were, and are. Virgo's hands, with steady care, Sift the stories I still wear. Venus leans with tender eyes, Loving all that in
