The Taurean sat and composed a song. It helmed all the other archetypes into a musical tether. And then hummed for itself another.
One would have thunk, if one was a Taurus, but for that, it fit the Aries. And perfectly allowed the spark into flame to be.
‘I would have to have to find myself’, the Aries returned to thought.
And then as they set out in manifest to that effect, the reflection fell onto the song, and Taurus skipped a beat instead to point to the Gemini.
The triangle of music looked squarely at the thought, and the Gemini felt itself another, both in what had already been. Music dwelled the emotion, and then the Cancer presented a wellspring.
But who would sing? Languages crooned into their own becomings, listening to themselves for themes that would even tame the Moon.
Leo roared to remind them of fire, and who can remind oneself but the one burning brightest.
Taking a moment to breathe and the rest remained. The earthy delight brought the Virgo out constructing the very means of flight.
The song intoned, the torus was three dimensional figure as a visual diaphragm, the Libra pipped and corrected the diagram to balance the diagonal logjams.
The content to emotion brought the momentum to a Scorpio in scores of quantums and asking water scrolls.
The point armed the Sagittarius, intuited to hold the flame, fired like a river onto its banks inspired in arrow. And the brow to furrow.
The Capricorn warmed like a mountain to song, and wound the thought like a string turned tight, tuned to the instrument’s might.
The Aquarius invited itself into reflection like the air hearing breath and breadth into quadrupled boons. And interpersonal swoons.
The Pisces felt it, sussed out the melodies multiplying and played for the moon and back into a corner attuned.
The corner turned, smiling zodiac to weather.
Whether to sing. Or find another in similar feather-strokes.
And the sky to sigh. To the stars and back, in storied twinkling histories.