Of course we all believe in astrology
Even if only in our bones
We all recognize the signs
Later that evening we sense
Being touched by the inevitable
In retrospect as clearly nimble
As the stars and raving planets
Charting out the mission of our lives
To regard everything here on earth
As a premonition and a proof
Of a ruling wisdom holding itself
Aloof and yet intimately involved
Slowly untying the tangles
And tough knots of time
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