This is a Horoscope written by Rob Brezsny every week, and now available on the web at I hate horoscopes, but love Real Astrology because Brezsny makes no bones about it: writing a horoscope column was the best way to get his poetry published. The column is like twelve funky little prose poems inspired by the Zodiac.

This fits my sense of what happens with horoscopes, poems and songs: you listen to them and project into them, and then think they're about you. It can be a useful conceit.

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