Rings’ alarm, world’s crash to a halt
Still, out in space, the universe moves invariably
Looks present beyond, what “I” can expect to see, to change me
We search the cosmos for a new hope of a place to rest our wounds
Searching far and wide, we settle upon a corona crown of red thorns
Pain is 2b felt for more than a cycle, for the cycle is the only pathway
Along the way are the counter intuitive, hoping to maintain their pace
Only 2b destroyed by the crush of time and space marking the change to heart
The touch of insight, eliminates all fantastical theories of norm
Gassing swirls of expectation evaporate just as quickly as formed
So above tells us what lies low, so we are forced to see and feel
Recourse is about to be the only direction to travel to eclipse the pain….
Pangs of a pathway commonly travelled, no longer able to move straightaway
So if one has ever spied Saturn from a telescopic view, the opposites are true
Through one eye at a time, we see out in space a celestial body upside down
Separated and revolving rings of salvation, that can be spied but not invoked before a turn
To jump a ring is to perish in the crush of the weight of universe moving along a divine line
When Saturn turns to visit all that you know and love and feel concern, take heed
The rings revolve not as we have come to expect, but in its direct polar opposites
Even at a spell of time, the great party crasher has a turn, and its during this time reconciled
Spiritual ledgers are examined and wounds receive a painful poultice that hurts like a hell
The healing, begins when we accept our turn in the unfamiliar before being made whole again