Michael T. Johnson

A human
10,000 light years away on earth
Looking at a distant world, watching an alien species stack stones
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I've dreamed of a golden prophet
Who's words fell upon def ears like fire from gods bitter heart
Parting the clouds that rest in the minds of the unfaithful
Casting a monolith of prismatic light in the blind eyes of the nonbelievers
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The Golden Eagle soars above
Draped in scarlet cloth
Juxtaposed by a golden pillar
Ascending with the fallen
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The world at my back
Blue sky at my front
Filled with clouds
My soul among them
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Looking toward the night sky
I see Jupiter
Tonight my spirit rests by his side
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