(of hued allegorical cosmology)
like lunar glowing
we poker-dot
humanity…symbolizing
the beginning
from whence we have
continued…waxing
despite space-out efforts
to wane us into oppressive
extinction…
and
like a spoke
in a young rim
of a seemingly old flat tire
i thought it was getting
harder to get things going…
then
i realized
it was just the depth
of the coming revealed reality
and that i was not as old
as i once was…
indeed
we may be the children
of the rising and setting sun
but we become the elders
of the waxing and waning
moon: tutors to the twinkling
little stars blinking light…