hawk-headed god with a thunderbolt dart

it came close but missed me

then it blew me apart

an explosive conception

as it was in the start

the alchemical birthday

of the archaic child

this moment in space/time

opposites reconciled

a lightning bolt rips

from the clouds without sound

a womb to tomb circuit

from the sky to the ground

the mist on the water

the rebirth in the spring

the nature of nature

is a curious thing....

there once was a man with a grasshopper mind

unfocused attention

and partially blind

his archaic child

and his halo of choosing

had lost all their lustre

from constant misusing

like a gardner at work

in a hothouse of flowers

he conjured from nowhere

unaware of his powers

yet up came bold bubbles

pulsating with life

two shoots sprout like twins

of the emperor's wife

upward they climb

skyborn birds on the wing

the nature of nature

is a curious thing....

i walked with a woman

with the gift of true vision

she showed me new landscapes

and i made a decision

her archaic child

i would raise as my own

restoring his halo

and his place on the throne

like an angel at work

in an aethyr of light

or a demon just spewing out

chaos for spite

tied to the spirit

that certainly would

always do evil

but can only do good

devious device

to teach you to sing

the nature of nature

is a curious thing.