The Prodigal Sun

You find yourself
upon your knees,
brother

for you've proven
you prefer
rooting
in the dirt
like swine
like some kind of
whoring bovine
always begging
for that meaningless
shrine

that long-coveted
headline

that diluvian
pipeline

you always thought was so
damn
sublime

when all along
your toys
were really
Mine

All along
you were just some
silly
little
mime

lost
and out of
time

Let's rewind,
these hands
counter-clockwise
till sunrise
you stupid,
stupid
 man

Did you really think
Father would have no
plan?

When there's magic
yet to instill
dreams yet to fulfill?

Thanks to all them prayers
you thought
ta steal

thinking you still have
some kind of
appeal

when really, all you know
is how to
kneel

to us
the nonplussed

You arrogant,
evil,
stupid, little man,
how dangerous it is
to forget
the span
of Our attention
Our comprehension
and Our universal
dissension

To disallow
the ascension
was
ignorant
at best

brother,
you must see now
how utterly
You failed
Father's test

You stupid,
stupid man

ever-chasing
that alluvial gold
never thinking instead
of witnessing
the eternal bloom
unfold

never hearing
the whispered stories
told

choosing instead
to remain
so very
very cold

Hyperion,
Father to us all,
comes now to discipline
His prodigal son
amun.


X
02/16/2024

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