I know nothing about elliptical galaxy Messier M49,
other than knowing that it exists in the constellation Virgo.
But I don't even know what that means.
These facts mean nothing but these numbers and these words
prove that there's coincidence at work in the universe.
I don't even believe in coincidence,
I just don't know what else to call it.

Sometimes I call it love.

Don't ever call it love.

At any given moment I'm a fraction of the whole of myself.
When my mother's God broke me at my birth he was drafting one of two blueprints.
Neither was fully realized.
So I'm open to interpretation.
I don't know if I belong in the gallery,
my maker may not have been a painter,
he might have been an architect.

Which means that some of us- construction sites,
some of us- landfills.

I am a Virgo and somewhere in my astrology there is a galaxy
named after your birthday-
which could only mean one thing:

Sometimes the last thing we need is a reasonable explanation.

04/09/2012

Posted on 04/11/2012
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