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
though I am still learning to tame
the fiery passion within my body
My curly-tipped wings
metamorphose into Golden Fleece
guarded by hoofs of brass
and breath of fire
My faint stars glow
with a blinding assertion
My spontaneity triggers
meteor showers
and intertwining galaxies
aerated with volatility
I am the Sign of Self,
a floret of flames destined to
ignite every path I cross
a blazing inferno
in which I reside
When I was nine
a journey among Arietis
quelled the flames of my
forever turbulent heart