When the world has changed:
We know now the photos of the earth
We know now the photos of the earth
Are faked, the wars are agit-prop,
The people who run the shows
Not actually people at all. The clouds
Have rolled in from another planet
It seems for good, along with our new friends
From the old mind re-training us, gently --
They are like that frog in the old
Warner Bros. cartoon -- one by one.
Mothman take the wheel!
Out at the ranch the ice blossoms
Are the season's Phoenician purple,
But it's the same now as it ever was
Albeit the shitshow's completely new:
The mules are gone, the chickens
Were eaten, and Brio's on stall rest
Because he can't stop kicking at fences,
But the rabbits are out in force
Bringing the estrogen back to Ostara
With the feminine in the air
Waiting in the trees to wake up
At the same time as we do, exactly,
A timeline substantially revised
By the solar flares and asteroids,
Their recent plasma igniting our every cell
To party, in misery's company like before
Or to leap into the bliss of uncertainty
Knowing we are held, by the maternal sun
And all it represents, as light agent
Pressing its release upon our
Temporarily lost minds, the short-term
Memory hole that squeezes our belief
Sometimes it seems now to an infinitesimal
Cell, from which we can resist all we want
But we won't be included in what's all around,
Unexplainable but still for sale
Even though its limited time offer
Seemed to have expired long ago
Like Easter with its second chances galore,
The egg still waiting to be found
Decades later in the bookshelf, which has
Itself been sold for parts by now, for
All unities false and otherwise
Have been in the process of dissolution,
Because there is only one
And we are starting ... to understand.
There's noise from the Draconians
But I've been given a gold card
To wait as long as it takes
For the inevitable flower to open.
