the monster the greatest god the father generating heirs but swallowing his challengers his children he is entrenched and the battle lines won’t move oh, just never but the future revolution, revelation is in conspiracy the young ones are thinking action will follow oh, how soon saturn, your time is limited the blue thoughts the yellow words encircling you in green — or perhaps red — sa tourne, old man your children will feed on you as you do on them stagnation is but a breeding ground for decomposition there is no force no philosophy that can restrain rebirth your days are numbered maybe five or maybe six but sa tourne and the earth’s children they are growing strong saturn, your time is limited the blue thoughts the yellow words encircling you in green — or perhaps, just perhaps, red —
I wrote this in my youthful Andrei Biely phase. Seemed a good time to put it up here.
©Elizabeth Anker 2021
By My Solitary Hearth 