and are reborn in the audience, who transcend their ordinary lives.
an instant of fame beside the burning sun
a lifetime spent in darkness, true to yourself, until
you rush again into the crowded regions of light, heat and matter
and again, again, heedless of the danger over the millennia
heedless of the audience, who marvel at the apparition flashing by...
or shrug, the show's a flop
To be revealed beside the shadowed sun
eyes open to the daytime stars,
stretched across the sky
One dreadful miracle begets another
In other times a sure harbinger of disaster,
Today, flashed instantly across our TV screens
Special Effects by God
Who says we do not practice human sacrifice?
We give our best to incandescent glory, and oblivion
Jimi Hendrix died of our sins
flashing by us in a cosmic moment
headed straight into the sun
Elvis lives, a Midwest cult figure, immortal, eternal wanderer
He is content with his new life, far from glory
never forgotten
The African Orthodox Church worships with Coltrane
music, flying outwards, speaks directly from the soul
A Love Supreme
The universe is as real as we remember it
memory becomes imagination and again we fly
away into ourselves in cold solitude.
Does the comet long for the sun
or treasure the space between the stars that it calls home?
An artist must create
a soul must know itself to survive