Fog softening the outline of a streetlamp at four in the morning, the world ungrasped and at rest. When Pisces colors the twelfth house, the hidden rooms are home territory: contemplation that comes by feel, dreams vivid and instructive, dissolution as a daily oxygen. The interior life is large. Trouble shows up when letting the porousness leak into the daylight to the point where the body itself loses its outline. Build a shoreline. Let one person help you stay particular. Take witnesses. Your relationship to the inner life is most alive when the softness has a vessel. What this carries is the ocean. Keep a body that can drink from it without dissolving in it.