Astrology Eyes Hoodie

Chart the procession of the equinox through perfectly alligned pillars of paganism. The tomb west of the Euphrates is ancient but not empty. The sun itself rolls on the hooves of the down beaten. Those oily things who seek the golden rays of awakening. Like a portal to some ancient vision, a language unspoken for thousands of years. An existential tear roll off the cheek of the wise man who watches the library burn down. The river carries away the memories of effort. The timeless embrace of the night sky evolves to a deaf cry of tarot terror.