Sun in Twelfth

A line will be crossed

When the Moon hits Cancer

And Jupiter sets

As all stars fall to Earth

And the Rings of Saturn

Cast a shadow below

Like the chalk of a child

Drawing moonbeams in sand

But the moment you cross it

You will try to look back

And with pride or confusion

Nosing frantically in dirt

Your line will evaporate

Because it was gasoline ink

And a fire ignited

And then it was gone

Under the Sun of Irony

And the last meteor flash

You stumbled over your trip

Of a trap called The Same

And your fumble will spark

The poof of your line

From the asphalt-furred tongue

To the wavy grey flames

Of petroleum Blues

You will dance in the heat

Losing The Way to New Truth

All over a line and a shadow

Unser the sparrows that mourn

And the lions that fast

And although the line escaped

Its illusion won the fight

Because if existence is theory

In the Mind of the Truth

Then seeking vegetation in history

Where yesterday meets

With tomorrow's daydreams

And life trapped in a sidewalk

Where the answer is "no"

You'll be caught in the sound

Frequency built on hysteria

Vibrating rough and rushing ahead

And divided by the fumes

For only The Chosen to see