We start with the sun
—a burst of light creating
the entire spectrum of all color and sight…

…Sight: Our most brilliant sense
our eyes pick out shades, shapes and spectrums
With our vision, we draw our world:
birds, buildings, books and brush
Our pupils dance around the air and read us
the story of surroundings—both bleak and bold

And we return to the sun
—a burst of energy blessing
us with heat and gravity
Heat with warmth and
gravity with ground…

…Ground: Grounding us to the surface
the surface of limitations and expectations
with the sincere possibility of deviations
and obtuse creations

Because the sun gives us the earth
and grass—and we give it creativity
and insane spontaneity.

We crawl up and down the earth’s hills
while choking down chemical stuffed pills
to speed us up, slow us down or
drag us away from our escaping ground

And we again return to the sun
only this time it’s the son
The son of God.
Jesus Fucking Christ!
…yeah…the son of the big G-O-D.
the other giver of sight
the other giver of heat
the other giver of ground

This son can look up to this God
and tell him about our faith--
our purpose—our holy light leading
to our Blind Faith…

…Blind Faith: Yet another pill that
helps us navigate hills
With Christ comes God and with
God and Christ comes Christianity
which shows us the way—the way
to mesh faith with fact and
beliefs with book—the Holy Book

Faith: Believing without fact.
The Bible: Believing faith with fallacy-lined fact
To believe in faith that’s forged in a book
is to drown in a desperately dry desert

And we now again return to the sun
—smearing our earth with dryness, moisture,
green and brown
The sun grins down to the ground and
the water fills its holes—the trees
sprout out building a canopy to soak
and shade the light and furnish
homes to animals, apes and trolls

And now, we move away from
the sun to the frightful night
where we sleep, dream, wander
crawl and fight realities, fears
and hopes—we creep through
a convincing mixture of the
know and fright.

Dreams are the second part of our
double lives—the part that asks
answerless questions and through strives
an immeasurable number of dimensions

And we now again return to the sun
which wakes us from the shadowy explorations
and exploits of the night
We wake and look up to the sun—our
eyes again piercing the bleeding color
and deciding what’s valid

And now we look up to the light of this
fiery ball to pledge our faith to
this heated glow—Pledge, pledge and
pledge away—taste the air and
sip the lake
Because all that has been
and will take shape won’t stop—because
now, we start with the sun.