Sinecure

the sun is getting stranger and stranger

mankind and magnetism caught in a double bind 

stand on the verge of global transformation

when the sun eats Saturn Jupiter rises

like the star of Bethlehem timely wrapped in twine

once more shaking the things that can be shaken

set alive on the fault lines 

the unknown woman appears unweaving old cobwebs

she bellows “come to know that a different version of yourself

exists in the minds of everyone who knows you” it echoes

philosophical fragments through the deserted silks web 

sparkle and glisten in extreme illumination at the top of the world

let the childlike version emerge 

for it is the little children that lead 

trying to contain the unknown 

spin wide this new age in this night of love

individuation starts younger and younger

not thirty-three or the natural lifespan of 38 written in our DNA

now look up at the beehive cluster

four colly birds calling

cast secret ballots to protect their identity

grand ole ballads seem so lackluster

relevance and acquiescence in sway

of erosions but some fall on their knees

in respect groveling like the hound

in winds of change scented with green galbanum

fall on gardens of bergamot hints of vanilla tonka bean

hints headed southbound

to the sulfuric atmosphere as dark as coal 

amber rains down the fragments of grief hit that ground

down sharks fin shaded by only the loti tree

knowledge embedded in Solaris-like planetary minds

credible threats of a delicate and intense encounter

appear and disappear like clockwork

Meru rises amid this spectacle

oscillating legion and disaster 

gold crystal lapis lazuli and ruby

in waves of potentiality 

mass consciousness takes shape obscure beauty

in the fire of sacred hearts cure the souls

a tsunami washes away the conflagration 

the hat and boa drenched feathers wash ashore

finial bud of destruction rise

floral woodsy and powdery cosmic ocean

each of us appears in a dual role as creator and actor

in this divine play comedy and  tragedy breaking amphorae

suspends true identity and we come together

blue cardinal metamorphosis

fractals of information in a sea of dreams

a brief intimate glimpse of the soul with one sinecure 

he brings me my yearly bottle of nuit d’amour...