Silent Satellite

Our place is upon the crust and waves above a molten core

Betwixt the perpetually silent satellite and the ocean's roar

For only an internal vacuum fills the eternal space

This void of myths and mysticisms of the Sapiens race

For reverence sake we remould reality for beliefs and idols

For the forward thinkers need the fealty of massed disciples

So we're coerced in herds with our facts and works of fiction

As in our troubled bubble we try to quell the pernicious friction

Cults and creeds, revering wraiths and burning candles

With faith or not, we tie the knots, until we're tied in tangles

And now the air is filled with phantom words, amidst the gas and static

As we lose control and reason to the egocentric new order aristocratic

We're passive flocks, or brutal packs, we've lost the plot

For we are the orphaned species that's, forever now, forgot the lot

But I'm alright, for I'm turning the cards of the tarot's truth

And I'm sure I'm right, for they wouldn't lie and here's the proof....

I reverse the deck, one by one, of brightly coloured pictures

Invoking bespoke interpretations, like epic fables found in scriptures

And I can imagine with my minds eye, a portentous tale of doom

As I cherry pick The World and Fire and the final card, The Moon

A silent satellite is a foreboding presence, but a sea of tranquillity

And it's reflecting light tonight upon our place of pandering servility

Our fictitious realm is the crust and waves above a molten core

Betwixt the empty heavens and the reality of the ocean's roar