To the heavens above, we're just fish swimming in the sea,

The stars really are great, their interests, and their responsibility,

We are but puppets, and we move as directed,

Sometimes they give us a chance, and we are tested,

They make us fight, and put us on the roster,

Each step measured, for the next step,

Echoing in the distance, our assignment,

Our role to play,

As the cookie crumbles,

So many sides, and so many interests,

The strings attached to us, and what we dare to dance for,

I'm just a poet, and a creepy uncle,

The moon can turn on me at any moment,

Saturn in the West, and drops of Jupiter,

Jesus, please, I'm just a man,

The heavens, and their shadow,

Ever-present, and we’re just fish,

Following the currents, and looking for food,

Worms can wriggle, and clean slates, are bound to gather dirt,

Try as we might, as men and women, gay or transgender, humanity and our plight,

Checkmate at each step, whichever rebellion we can think of, we’re just beasts rolling around in the dirt,

Whatever star we’re under,

Dolls and heaven’s reflection,

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The greatness of the universe,

The depths of the oceans,

How does a spirit flow,

Handshakes and negotiations,

The lake may ripple, the truth and sequence may echo,

Where will it flow,

I don’t know,

So much is dictated,

How rampant is ignorance,

When the heavens pull strings,

How many are deluded,

Infected with the idea,

That they’re somehow their shadow,

How many old demons and ghosts,

Hide and shirk responsibility,

They pass the ball, hoping a child catches it, not really caring,

Does the child’s head enter his ass,

So many questions, along the sequence,

What is an eternity, so many mistakes a person can make,

Sinners, the heavens and the abyss, again and again,

How beastly, foxes and bunnies, does your dog look pretty,

Under the stars is such a difficult place to live,

The best we can do as people,

Is try our best, hope for acceptance,

One with the universe,

The sun and the moon,

Guidance for the well-intended,

Reparations, for a child’s faith, when the world has wronged them,

How does a spirit flow,

I’m just a poet,

I understand some magick,

But I don’t really know,

Brothers and sisters,

We dance under the moonlight,

Strings pull and we fight,

But we’re just collectibles in a doll house,

There’s no reason for it,

But the spirit grows hungry,

The soul becomes old,

So many scattered seeds,

Streams into rivers, into lakes, then into oceans,

The echo of the future,

The spirit flows,

Alpha and Omega,

The realm of possibilities,

Shadows, spiders, and vampires,

The echo of the underworld,

The greatness of a worm,

Innocence, the age of consent, and protection,

Pearl and her daddy, a white whale, watching over everything,

Four inches at most, never escaping his belly,

Spirits, demons, and ghosts,

Mermaids, spiders, and goats,

So many reflections, unicorns, bumblebees, and water lillies,

Whoever you marry, they’ll always be family,

Love, your cousins, and Bikini Bottom,

How does a spirit flow, and how does a soul grow old,

Does a river to jump in and a wall of fire wait for those who dare to give in,

Soldier ants, bottom-feeders, and gatekeepers,

The matrix goes deep, so many journeys, and checkpoints,

Do you know the way, or are you like me, a child in line for a roller-coaster ride, like a rolling stone, not really thinking, just allowing the river to flow,

So many pockets, and so many dreams,

Sitting in my room, always waiting,

The mind can wander, but I’m just a poet, imprisoned, living in a studio,

This whole life, just an experience,

Space divides, dirt and grime, the Egyptians,

Goats and satyrs,

So many wild beasts,

Their spirits all-conquering and real,

Scary, please keep those doors sealed,

Creatures in the depths of the abyss,

Shadows, and hints of possibility,

The vast mind, and a universe eating,

Our hearts under a mountain, and all that’s connected to the human body,

Life can exist in so many ways,

It’s October, and my cup is waiting,

Heaven forbid, partake in this daily bread, lord, please forgive me…