The Planets whizz past the pod
And see the confluence of the living
And the dead-these are memories
The Greater Pod beyond the pulse
Of Time and Space
Has laid out by rule and line.
Seek memory what is not graven in your eye-
I seek your verity and dare not make difference of what is or what was.
It is the seed in What will be-
Love is a pod where nothing spills asunder.
I let Venus immolate in a fireball
That belllowed a storm in her wake.
Andromeda and her sisters wept
While my silvery shafts broke fall
Between the Great Divide of matter-
No matter the dark matter do have a say
When I say yea to be integral
And indivisible of the Pod Illumined
Beyond my silly sentiments of
Being straight as an arrow
In a Space where the bulls eye
Pulses every point one dwells upon.
I take the blame I bowed my knees to gods
That sounded euphonious
But left those who dared not bear a name as such.
Love was silent and yet carried her name well;
So was he who chose Love but dared not
Seek gender as such.