Sight of Saturn
The image of eternal truth
strikes with stealth
and unseen force
Its power held
by all things ethereal
and forever elusive
Like black lightning
wielded by those who know
their true divinity
Who walk among this dusty orchestra
full of deluded warriors
and whistling mud men
as our cosmic conductors
pulling us from the sleeping dirt
and out of our inevitable entropy
if only for a moment
Escaping the eye with the same speed
with which it left its mark
Leaving behind only
a disoriented mind
a thunder-charred heart
and the unshakeable
dreamlike feeling
of being Saturn itself
standing in front of your planetary class
but you forgot
to wear your rings
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