Interstellar Emancipation Do our constellations
align to produce
interstellar emancipation?
Will this situation
be grasped like the phallic trident of temptation’s asp
or will we fade til shades mock wearily with rasps
and life be dreary gloom.
Have we no room in our day
for chance?
Why is that that when strangers receive a glance
they look askance and neglect to dance the romancing tapestry
of interwoven union and ecstatic human harmony?
Why do we
prevent us to know the name
of all who come into our path;
they cross not like the black cat,
they impart no misfortune
and are we not all but portions
of the intricate rays cast by ultraviolet wavelengths
of the eternally molten star?
Yet even when we pile into Urbania,
we are so far apart;
though we breathe the same air
we don’t treat each other fair;
we need not shave all our hair
nor rub yellow grease upon our scalp
nor relegate ourselves to hermitry in the Alps
nor don orange robes,
but just worship the heliocentric strobes
turning droves to ecocentric love,
take notice of the lofty dove,
pluck unforgotten Sapphic lyres
in order to undo entropy, it does require
revolution,
not of terror-fire nor demagogue-liars
but of emerging from the mire;
worldly ways will be unraveled
by choosing the path less-travelled
every single way in every single day,
this means you, your neighbor, and society
Be renegade
and thou and we shalt never fade.