DAWN is NO longer in the house of the Fish
Pisces, oh Fish, Jesus of the
watery way,
your two
thousand years are up.
And the foot of the Cross no longer is planted in the
place of
the birth
of the Sun.
The
whole great heavens have shifted over, and slowly pushed
aside
the Cross, the
Virgin, Pisces, the Sacred Fish
that casts its sperm upon the waters, and knows
no intercourse;
pushed them all aside, discarded them, make way now for
something
else.
Even the Pole itself has departed now from the Pole
Star
and pivots on
the invisible,
while
the Pole Star lies aside, like an old axle taken from the
wheel.