DAWN is NO longer in the house of the Fish
Pisces, oh Fish, Jesus of the watery way,
your two thousand years are up.
And the foot of the Cross no longer is planted in the place of
the birth of the Sun.
The whole great heavens have shifted over, and slowly pushed aside
the Cross, the Virgin, Pisces, the Sacred Fish
that casts its sperm upon the waters, and knows no intercourse;
pushed them all aside, discarded them, make way now for
something else.
Even the Pole itself has departed now from the Pole Star
and pivots on the invisible,
while the Pole Star lies aside, like an old axle taken from the wheel.