Ask the Messenger

on Earth’s circumvallate he would be laid, lifeless upon the lap of his Mother and on that day would be named now and forevermore, God’s Gether… for in that day are all tears gathered look at them, and fear the things to come, think ever deeper now, and greet this mourning, hear nature asking where, oh where, is he, who as our companion, travelled(3) all space-time freed of human form and feminine traits, and he self-named his essence, I-EAGLE-TWO… in memory of his father mystery of womb, wind, sky, and slaughter; held in that “eye” of awe as the sunflower’ diurnal motion laying openly upon the roof of this world, ever watching down calling gently to those “friends” and his enemies, laughing hauntingly at the latter’ lathering fear filled sweats as this “(????????)”, have you yet guessed this guest? at day’s dusk, and then again by dawn’s redeeming draw his reach is long, and into and through your minds he roams, teasing your thoughts twisting your faux beliefs as does Loki shift from witch to fly and consumes your roasted heart he, is that warrior’ bathed master of that “Fifth Discipline” “fostering aspiration” in the minds that seek developing “reflective conversation” between the strong and meek and through a universal rapport promotes “understanding complexity” “Systems thinking” this is his drinking water’ brine at his stand beyond, as “Keeper of the Western Gate”, within this universal bourse, upon those “circles of causality” he lends his hand to those who can to those who cannot, his whist he scends upon their brows, and boy! is it ever steamy! beaming out similes and hyperboles and itchy knees to his and hers, theirs and those, whose noses know the profound truth is fast approaching critically fast, that blue heated mass of spiritual essence that was promised to all of earth’s children that this “center” of the sun will come returning “hell” to earth to render those who earned their promised whipping for tipping life in their favor so, do look towards your sun, focus in upon that inner aye and glimpse your own future’s butcher and do fear what was foretold to be…