Descending Stars

Allegory of the Planets and Continents, Giovanni Battista Tiepolo, 1752 Source, The Met Museum, Public Domain

I’ve seen stars descend

with the sound of gun metal scraping back

in a wave of heat rising from the concrete

I found my place within a circle

hidden from the beaten path of life

the projection of an image

in flourecent black light

I’m tired and traveled from a far distance

refracted in crystals

trapped and imprisoned

destined and well on my way to an abyss

I’m here for just a brief visit

like a meteorite burning toward Earth

I’m rumbling through my moment of existence

in the city and its streets where I dwell

I swore an oath with the lost

cursed myself with the mutual implications

to go through with our gangster deeds

and put fools up in smoke in times of retaliation

I feasted with the beast

and drank wine from the bottle

with the music from way back playing

black magic in the air

I felt the winds of the storm

and the pain before it began to rain

over us at the funeral home

and with it came the harvest moon

in the middle of the night where killers loom

I was spiritually drained

by the time the season was here

to give back what we took

like the days of Autumn

when the colorful leaves

in the golden sun

drift from the limbs of trees

we must reap what we sow

complete the cycle and deliver the soul

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