THE GREAT ZODIACAL WARS.

        The Great Zodiacal Wars were a series of interstellar (subcellular) conflicts, the largest of their kind, and perhaps the ultimate cause of continental demise.

        The vast majority of these Wars were non-hereditary ("sporadic aggression") and often related to upheaval of organic, celestial, or behavioral material.  Common contributing factors included constellation infection, memory loss, orbital and ecliptic defects, psychosomatic disease, and certain horological pollutants (foreign or naturally occurring contaminants, such as sidereal waste, light trespassing, and radioactive therapy).  In this sense, the terms “celestial” and "organic’" were not limited to the biophysical environment, but referred to composite or prophesied phenomena as well.

        It was nearly impossible to prove the exact arc and chronology of each Zodiacal War, as any subcellular conflict could have had multiple possible intersections and outcomes, and the onset of War invariably produced no symptoms.  Martial conditions may have only appeared after many constellations had already decomposed, ulcerated, or reached an even greater state of impairment.

        Though significant efforts were made to screen for and detect serial episodes of organic and celestial decay, the Great Zodiacal Wars continued to spread violently and largely without warning throughout the anatomical landscape and the Hereafter above, eventually dividing all divine powers into two eternal and opposing alliances: those with the potential to attack or take over the continents and those with methods to protect them.         And medical knives in Midheaven too, even if Jillison said it was all still preventable.

        It only had to be somewhere to help us remember the surgery coming.  An equivalent guilt.   They told us possible risks, radiation therapy, more possible risks and a third of the horoscope alone.  They said accidental catastrophe, including carcinoma, faster than average speed.

        Another puncture passed through the undercurrent of your face.  A pain exhibit.  Like a constellation killed in slow motion.  Almost even carelessly.

        Of course I wasn’t the only one who was watching you.  Any split level adjustment could be seen as a sky donor, a silver lining, a second chance at a successful incision.

        You might remember all classic signs were kept alive since stars can’t alter cancer.

        Abnormal bleeding, a prolonged cough, unexplained weight loss.

        As a result of coordinated attacks, water triplicity was also a concern.  Constellations infected your reflection in unpredictable ways, cloud reservoirs were polluted to a point where neither of us could drink from them anymore.

        They tried an asymmetrical insurgency, using magnetism and electrolysis.

        You prayed for precovery to calculate a more accurate half-life.  One with appropriate tectonic and volcanic activity, occasional softness as a twofold surrender.  

        Memory and anatomy, an atlas of chaos terrain.  Replayed over and over again, and then an afterlife and a fault line came.         We had to test the hypothesis on the night side of the continent.

        I hid behind a coal breath like it was a kind of recording equipment, walked in your tracks, followed the old ways of forcing back weight.   

        The myth had many variations: the creator and the raven, collaborating in a coequal way; or the creator alone, using the birds only as interventional assistants.

        Either way, born and died on the same day, raised on a treatise of medicine.  An ecliptic of newly connected tissue, and then the coordinate for relapse.         They took over a table of dates, described a location and an ability to view the damage by land.

        Dissection was doubtful, blood flowed from the right ventricle to the left ventricle.

        Fence cutting wars were almost inevitable.  It was already the advent of barbed wire, an organ range closed off, or shot and wounded.

        Undeclared symptoms may manifest themselves in fatigue cases, confusional states, conversion hysteria, anxiety, obsessional and compulsive states, and character disorders.

        When you reached a passing condition, the ascendant and vertex started switching hands.         We were in the center of the zodiac’s avalanche, oncoming constellations striped red and silver, our sky just a square box to stay in one place, sun after sun after sun collapsing from sight.

        Several factors may have contributed to a body being accidentally debilitated, including the cancer being: faster than its average speed, retrograde, combust or aspecting a malefic planet or fixed star.

        But, they also cited the placebo effect and psychosomatic disease as prime examples of how celestial functions exert power over our us.  

        You said you would use whatever your had left. Lost comets, lines of advantage, sympathetic or contagious magic. The discussion was over before it begun.  Just another reminder of all the things I never learned how to talk about with you.         It was the last known killing with either hand, of course the Hereafter could be a cause or kind of cancer.  

        Given an intervention at the split of the spine, you told them it was more like sleeping in a brickpile all night long.  And they said even a perimeter was a lot to ask, we were already talking about a place without seasons or time.

        Heavensick, if you wanted to call it that.  The final continent consists of two parts and it could be proven by the fact that we still disintegrate in the middle when the denial ends.

        Duskless, incurable and not dead enough yet.  Without sleep, still writing the astronomical diaries.  Childless, obviously.

        A circle of stars started in reverse, in retreat, holes in the zodiac like an obsolete name, yes, they still called it the shortest way home.  Anyone lucky enough to live to an unborn age, perhaps less in the world than in a whole year today.  Because the divisions were regular, they did not correspond exactly to the twelve constellations after which they were named.

        You and I there, twin signs still known as the living.   

        Not dead enough yet.  Not dead enough yet.  Not dead enough yet.         Stop it there, and it only had to be a third of horoscope alone.  A slip away just a silent century long, structurally and socially invisible.  They probably wouldn’t even be able to tell.

        Like a sketch of sunspots from a start over sky.  A zodiac trial easily lost, or won.

        It would become a just war agreement, a targeted tumor treatment, an unequal treaty and the nearest we could get to zero was zero.

        Nothing was a form of far away and only once before.  We hoped that was right.