Your Poetry Dot Com - The Hawk King

Only at times can he blink
vision constant
this Shakespeare of Physics
one lid may lift quietly
image entered,
processed
by abstract genius;
rushes down through the tensed
falsely arrested muscles,
his energy eddies in pools
blocks reroute
to his crown palace
where variables dance
unveiling one conclusion:
'Go out
Seed the Stars
start with the moon.'
His heart beats a life
in wonder filled notions
made reproducible.

Can ye divine
given wings and
every advance in medicine
perched the Hawk King
may glide passed
an 11 yr old in the city
on the blocks corner
in the shadows
working a package
and pounce
as a raptor of character
and heal shorty hard rock
and this need for
rock slinging cowboy-ism.

Rather to be on track for Mars
as the God of War must transcend
the affairs of men
especially as an
Inconvenient Truth is presents
we All will be One, once again.
Mother earth beckons
change is pending.

Quantum cosmology proposes
on the dusty wings of the Hawk King
a reason albeit the first truly Non-theistic,
namely, that the universe exists
because of an unconditional
probability based on functionality of nature.
The strings and waves of the cosmos
are inconsistent with the theist
who hacks at the tongue
of growth and change with spin.

Proclaim it in liberty for all
Be Not Afraid
wisdom has to one day render War
as obsolete.
The lack perhaps shame
of not knowing what lies beyond
all the convictions of faith
and its behavoirs will replaced
by embracing what we do know.
As the Hawk Kings Eye is Fixed:
We must get to the stars quick.
Work the answers we have
that everyone can share
theory mathematics
physics and tech
becomes
our new dinner table
and we know
its best to avoid
certain discussions while eating
save them for the drawing room
when we multiplied and made
fruitful the many places
to hawk our ways.

AJPIII

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