Identical Charts

Untold mutable arrangements of time,

Born from the port of a primordial zone.

Docks are piers; ends are starts. Same, but not- like rhymes.

No first prints - just duplicates, the original source unknown.

We chart lost at sea, eyes refracting light.

"Cut from a diff'rent sail," with sure words the waters arise.

Adrift on Neptunian's node and on a twelfth night,

The lover's myth of a glyph of two fish during the moonrise.

Do Pisces signs look like the symbol for infinity?

Wreck'd under the total lunar eclipse.

Ordinary angels, could it be mistaken identity?

No, the stars' compass never reads amiss.

Us and them, the communal astral fabric -

When we met in a past life, I said we'd remember, and it's happened.