Saturns Seventh Pentacle Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

who are you great one
more brilliant than the sun
are you Solomon
you have given me the key
to unlock all mysteries
I, a nobody
do not have hereditary
title or money
how can I explain to you
spirits in subconscious move
with no time or place
yet a constant interface
synchronistic space
a power not of this world
plans how my life will unfurl
paralyzed in sleep
around my room they do creep
figure in black peep
watching in abject fear
hooded thing at me does stare
invisible field
yet with a force so unreal
of iron and steel
shifting not temporally
out of bounds spatially
flying ships at night
all manner o' colours bright
twinkling pulsing light
how do you enter my dreams
electromagnetic stream
from the stars you come
above me just hovering
silent propulsion
saturns seventh pentacle
all mans knowledge crumbles
alien race see
an intelligent species
looking down at me
everything taught in schools
just lies to keep us as fools
false religion
to continue production
gods o' seduction
we are not the only ones
who walk this cosmic garden
messages they send
can a mortal comprehend
angels from heaven
do not question they say
for yours is but to obey
resist and they'll take
submit to the police state
terrorists are they
politicians government
order from chaos ferment
initiative
to them is so dangerous
they hate genius
for some can see through their hoax
the emperor wears no clothes
approaching midnight
will you surrender or fight
for what is your right
return to Neanderthal
or become universal