The Great Cycle is like a Universe
It produces a pyramid.
This pyramid has an apex of consciousness.
In claiming the light, the dust is abandoned by some.
So, some aim to hold the lights of several cycles.
Thus, they walk as we can’t know.
To sweep away a rare moment.
To sell out the Galaxy, and maybe the universe.
Many good souls give their lives, to seek us here in the rubble.
Abused and trained for failure,
A rival system sought to design convenient submission.
The light could then be a willing slave,
A joke to mock,
Or just live stock.
Beneath the many glowing minds of behemoth,
Our sight looms above us.
Get out of it, my people!
Where the Father is Most High.
The Mother is Trinity.
Or, is it the other way around?
Adam of the past cycle, Eve of the future systems.
They both thrive on the bounty of children yet to fly.
From beyond, they return as family of all titles.
In subtle psychology, they set up bitter justification,
To claim the light of a cycle for themselves.
Wake up, please friends!
Our moment to plan is now.
Our moment to help each other is surely now.
The Great Cycle, how many do we expect to see, all of us?
The Universe is as long as a lifespan.
The tyrant is as big as a bloodline.
The prize perhaps is sweeter than genuine empathy,
For those that desire power more than love.
It is the ‘God We Trust’, some seek only to digest.
Tristan James Johns 