When I was nine,
I discovered the divination
of astrology
The Sun, my core
my sense of identity
and conscious awareness –
My thirty degrees of
celestial longitude
is the arch in my back,
the nook behind my knees
My battle ram charges forward
still, I am learning to tame
paroxysmic passion
My curly-tipped wings
metamorphose into Golden Fleece
guarded by hooves of brass
and breath of fire
My faint stars glow
with a brilliant assertion
My spontaneity triggers
meteor showers
and intertwining galaxies
aerated with volatility
I am the Sign of Self,
a floret of flares destined to
ignite every path I cross
When I was nine
a journey across Arietis
kindled my decoupage of
perpetual flames