summer solstice(universal self-reflection)

it starts out like this:

an e x p l o s i o n of erosion into the atmosphere
caused by the corrosion of the interplanetary divide

that keeps Saturn from crashing into Jupiter and Earth
from inhabiting the sun.

then,
when the celestial infestation is begun
the stars become moons, moons become suns, and suns supernova
into a millions Sons
all byproducts of their Father of a million names
most notably: The One.

He who created creation,
sparked every sensation,
filled us with elation
that there is more out there than our conflagration of microcosms
that make up a minute part of the greater macrocosm of the universe.

and if every eye that i see turns to me
like flowers seeking the sun
like stars bursting into existence

one by one

then i declare that i am a prophet,
a planet
i am the Seventh Son of the Seventh Son
who the three wise men shunned when i came bearing nothing more
than the TRUTH

the revelation that there is more than one One
He is the One
You are the One
and i am the third One,
the third eye that hides
underneath the skin
looking to the sky because i heard that man can fly
and my soul yearns to fly
beyond the blanket that lies heavily on top of the world
like a fly perched on a stinking pile of manure.

when you speak you seem so sure
that the azure curtain draped around our thoughts keeps out the blinding light of TRUTH,
obscures the Father's sight of our faults,
faults that are proof of how much of a blight
on the passing of history we are.

and the scholars in their ivory towers of power stand up and say
what's done is done

planets can not mate
suns can not beget Sons,
but i disagree.
i have been intimate with Mercury,
the hottest planetary body in our solar system
and as we slept together she said

she would name Him after me

    and now i am Father
now i am Mother
now i am brother  sister  friend  and  lover

my many names will live on forever
because time can not dissever the threads of immortality.






it ends like this:

the spectrum of light contracts and retracts
until Day is Night and the moon is now the sun,
stars are now sunshine dipped in moonshine and           

what once was yours is now mine

              but don't worry
because time is a wheel
that eventually rewinds itself
only to remind us that things do end
even if the line between stardust and rhyme starts to blend

dreams become satellites that send out songs
of children screaming and mothers dying and fathers crying

because what once was theirs is now mine

i took their lives and made it my life
i drank their blood to subdue the flood of emotion that drowns us in shadows

and only i know the flow of the currents. only i
have made the decision that religion is the biggest indecision
of who to discriminate against next,

who to hate today.

but what's done is done
so says the Seventh Son.
all we have left is evolution,
the convolution of past memories and the lineage of history
that was passed orally from generation to generation,
stories full of heroes and the throes of temptation
that eventually led to their decimation,                  their dramatic ends.

now, the stars plot our course through time,
  from c o n s t e l l a t i o n to c o n s t e l l a t i o n to solar system

stories told in blinking morse code at dusk and dawn
when the moon decides which ones will live and which will die

who will fade and who will shine

above it all sits Him
the One
in His left hand the ten commandments in His right the Son
and seven minutes before it ends, a whisper will send shivers down your spine:
what once was yours is now mine

what once was yours is now mine

what once was yours is now mine

and when you hear the stars, the moons, and suns are all in tune then you'll know what was begun

is done.