What Sleeps Within

And my gods within my Image
I stand within the Sun unblinking
And Rise within it’s Rays
It is not enough to kindle the Fire
One must be the Fire
It is not enough to Face Tomorrow
When there is Time enough Today
So long this savage beast has been
Slumbered (too long)
Shackled and bound no longer
For I am both Sacrifice and Solution
Has the world made you?
Have you made the world?
There are strange times I ask you…
Generations of Messiahs
As Grist to the Mill
All with the world to sell
And a world to win
Yet looking no further
Then yesterday Dictator
Or yesterdays Traitor
(Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the
day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins,
to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood.
A natural equilibrium is restored…)