When horizon comes to fore and time shimmers at your feet,
Chance glances remind us of the fleeting nature of our lives.
Deftly we etch experience onto the chimera of time.
Only to race away again in search of our creation.
But, Hark! a Hirophant doeth ride beside you.
Astride a steed girded with intelllect and fueled by passion.
He paces you step for step lending you the strength of rocks and moonbeams.
Or was that jocks and ICBMs?
From whatever symbol you gather sustenance it matters not,
We feed each other of ourselves,
A daisy chain of love and cannibalism.
My Water to the tribe.

Love All Ways,
Hirophant