You were always on the cusp of things; between
Aquarius and Pisces; between
families blended; between
lightest light, and darkest dark; between
feeling too much, and too little. A shield,
perhaps, to guard one from the other.
Or maybe you were the extremes, not
the between; the edges of you far
from the cusps of your duality. I suppose it depends
upon the when of things. The cusp you were born upon pushed,
and pushed, until it had no choice but
to push back, springing with such force you landed
back at the cusp
where you died
on the cusp of spring and summer
on the same waxing crescent of the moon.
Modesty Is For Suckers 