The crystal moon turned red and I dissolved in order to love
The thirteenth constellation, Ophiuchus shown above Antares
The snake-holder and healer’s ankle brightened to a supernova
My tears formed butterfly wings
AS I swallowed the secrets of death
And joined the kingdom’s sweet breath
I climbed towards the shadows of my dream
On a path with many gates and heart aches
But then I hear the echo that your virtue makes
And travel beyond through victory’s pain
I crawl toward the silver light
Then it is revealed the icy chill of night
Bodies of the dead hung limp upon the fence
Their bloody war-swords picked up by children, young
Brainwashed, there is no security as the red horses run
‘round me were many luminous beings speaking in tongues
And the old Persian woman, stooped as she gave me food to eat
Then, I removed the heavy load from her head and washed her feet
She began to brighten and told me she was the goddess, Inanna
The sky rumbled and flashed as we rode off on her two golden lions
Then we took the boat of Heaven to the gate of joy before all times
I saw another kingdom passed, lit by the moon god, Zuen, father of Inanna
Sumer was a harmony-tongued land that spoke in one tongued-dimension
Then Enki, changed the speech in their mouths and brought contention.
And thence they go forth along the earth, and have a revolution to their circle
Even as other elements, they could not understand each other and fought
Parables and stories were passed to the minds looking for answers sought
The human race seeks structure, laws, guidelines to live in a society
Most want an authority to tell them how to live their lives
That way we can blame someone else for our problems in the hive
We act as children, believing that some type of Santa Clause will satisfy our egos
Not seeing the big picture of the history of this race but giving in to authority
To tell us what to believe, how we should think and act and bowing to “superiority”
As Marianne Moore expressed; “Toadyism; kissing the feet of the man above,
Kicking the face of the man below…stupidity”









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for the bread basket no longer farms
Nor is there solace in the hanging gardens
blessings
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