Sol Slavery

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As dawn break nears, patterns emerge, of day walkers
Cock-a-doodle-do, the rooster’s loud serenade
Owls make way for fowls, while men smear their marmalade

Dogs and crows begin their fight, scaring the joggers
Barking and cawing, a tumultuous battle
A constant rattle, the bells of the sun’s cattle

Sol, an entity of order, never falters
Sol, the enslaver of earthly material
Sol, the bright bringer, purveyor of Time’s cycles
What would happen if we didn’t wear these halters?
Unrestricted by natural rhythms: fatal
Without these chains would we even reach post natal?

Master of the Balance, of Darkness and Brilliance, I sing this song for you.

Image: NASA

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Published by whenmarsmetsaturn

I was born during the Great War between Mars and Saturn. When I was a wee laddie, I had to go wee-wee and landed on the planet Earth. I ate some ice cream that the muses had recommended. The vanilla affected my sense of direction and I haven't been able to find my way to my spaceship ever since. I was stranded on a planet where I didn't belong. To get revenge, I decided to write travesties of literature in order to annoy the muses.

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14 thoughts on “Sol Slavery”

    1. If life was not also ex physica
      possessing the soul’s anima
      Existence a Melange
      Of atoms and ?!
      Then that would indeed be a problem

      Rhythms of physical reality are sung about here
      Just one voice in the fugue, one part, one stair
      Material and immaterial are both important
      When body’s sick, the spirit is discordant
      The sun shines, life thrives, the sun dwindles, life dies
      To escape such physical fate, we need to move to different real estate
      And make good with another star
      Or become physically self contained
      Deriving physical nutrition from ethereal sources

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      2. I’m beginning to think that it’s not just humans though. The capacities of different lifeforms may vary.

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    1. This song of mine is not sung with the voice of a sage
      Examining the patterns with the eye of spirit
      Free to soar to a different viewpoint
      It is sung by a lowly man, with a two eye limit
      Fettered to the natural cycle, on the ocean buoyant

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      2. I think perhaps my comment was misinterpreted,
        Humility isn’t really my thing…
        It’s just that this ode is written from one POV
        It is limited to only this physical world and its cycles
        It does not reflect the entire Pattern

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