Zodical Edict

Knuckle by knuckle  her sceptred figure tightens to an arm rest which belongs to a wall beckoning to marble, it babbles: By no means Time is to be blamed for your faltering altitudes, instead experience can cost you a hand which, in turn, would mean the loss of half of your nail varnish. 
Fully inadequate.
The bull – a papal edict to demonstrate religious power of the church, not god – in her right…hovers slightly above her palm.
Someone mentioned once that “not even a penis could make you resign.”

Only the clouds chirping in a language unbeknown or, at last, a baby with Chinese British citizenship who will die in a South American civil war 73 years from now cries somewhere behind a maple tree. 

There she sits, very still.

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