The sublime sun beckons
burning out the eyes
of those who
dare to gaze
into its depths
The abyss of light -
Yet, you were already
blind to the light
of Terra, of Earth,
long gazed into
this luminous event
the mere distance
of the gaze is
no longer enough
for your joy -
you seek to fly – seduced
by the sun of your
voluptuous desires
you fly higher and higher -
climb the column of the sun -
you throw down the motes of light
the ropes that tie even the gods -
You fly toward the scalding apex -
calling those below to grasp
hold of the motes of light -
to pull it all down – back to the Earth -
the hordes upon the surface
respond to the call, harvesting
the motes that cling to the sun itself -
the ties that bind – the masses pull
with the kinetic exertion of panic -
Prometheus smiles at the grand
effort of his children toward
the implosion of a world -
of light recurring upon the earth -
All at once -
shattering cracks, explosion -
the moaning phallus of marble
lusts for the embrace of the Earth -
the depths of the abyss -
Icarus, already burns -
descends riding the phallus to the Earth -
Crash, exaltation – into the shadows of sleep -
wandering upon the banks of the Thames -
waiting for the return of the sun -
a different sun, one of joy,
upon the Earth of a different world
