Reaping the Royalties

The green light from the cracked door
frightens and outrages the raze
of the cosmic rays
in to meaning less background noise.

Toys continue on the belts
and the assembly gathers in clouds
to reign the rain
outside children playing on their harps.

To accompany meaning and its sway
protuberant high caloric nutrients
cut down the weeds
and smoke ascends forevermore.

But coming again in this stream of consciousness
a conscience and a glane at scars
upon the flesh and the heart
to steer the oars of choice
to see the stars once more
to behold the open door
the green light blazing
and the welcoming with eyes closed
the dancing energy that holds the copyrights
to all the songs of the Lord of lords.