The constellation
Ursa Major, the Bear. I saw it last night, from a moving car, its whitelit axes so clear in the ink-coloured sky that they almost joined one another up. It was tipped on its handle, the blade straight upright, which made me think:
if that is ploughing the sky, then the soil of the sky is turned ninety-degrees through the terrestrial axis. Which made me think:
we're at right angles to the stellar horizontal. We're out of kilter, says the Plough.
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