Incubating

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

even if here i'm not writing, that doesn't mean you're not written, in many thoughts across the back of the mind, keeping outlooks sunny when what life shows is only dreary vision. though much of goals is beyond conception, the basics i can get, like the shape of a mirror when it's at last been twinned, of angles and directions, concavity and complexions, reaching back with words when silence is our speech of preference. sometimes, it's good for the pulse to start racing, for breaths to miss their timing, so eventually is unified the purpose, like a clock that's perfectly been winded. incubation of the heart has a few stages, maybe lasting a decade, or a year, or simply a day that itself seems ageless, but when it's said and done and finished, sitting crowned back inside your bosom, adorned and peerless, then is the moment of witness, when the Gemini is beheld, shining at her brightest.