The Scent of Musk
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(“The Mothership”, 2024, photo collage of original encaustics)
The Scent of Musk
What the world needs now
Is love sweet love,
No, not just for some….
And so it has always been.
This is our heart’s desire and birthright,
Yet the dream just slips away
Held for but an instant
Or reached for in vain.
Thus we learn to cooperate
Form bonds and institutions
With friends and foe alike
To hold that dream a little longer.
But despite what we need
The world today is hellbent on hate,
And what is there left to stop
This rising tide of jihad by any other name?
Judaism and Christianity have proven themselves
Unable to contain Abdullah, their not so little cousin,
While Hindu and Buddhist long ago learned
They couldn’t stop his Western hordes.
So we need a new religion
To subdue the old, replacing tired ideals
With something bright and shiny, cosmic
In both physical and metaphorical senses.
What we need is a revelation,
Not revolution, for the new millennium,
Something that unites us all
With awe inspiring wonder and sobriety.
A trinity of revelations from the stars;
Elohim with his unborn Light,
Gabriel in his chariot of fire
And then bear hug for Muhammad.
But this time from the ground up
Uniting inner and outer space;
Restless natives and desperate aliens
All searching for their promised land.
Lifting all like boats on the tide
Or a rocket to Mars
Returning as it rose
To launch again, and again.
This is what the world needs now
A unity of vision and technology
And one man’s prosperity
To make it all real.
Surely I jest you say,
And yes, but in serious earnest
My mind infused with the scent of Musk
Blowing on a wind of change…
(5/17/25)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2025
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