Cryptic parody

..cuz I got time ..and evolution tickled my funny bone ..with an eagle’s feather.


The spiral hunter sees it all, then hones on a target of focus. He swoops to grab the food. It fills his hunger and desire. “More, I want more!” He goes back up, always up first. High, then low, then he’s high again. “What a buzz!” Too bad for the buzzard who only goes after the blind, weak and dead.

Then the three walked into a club… Y.O.U the eagle, Your Own Universe, M.E. the buzzard, Mister Ego, and S.O.L, their Speed Of Light brother. Me looked around and licked his beak with salivation, “I see dead people!” You said, “You are what you eat.” Sol said, “Eat me!”

Me trembled in fear. “No brother Sol, don’t eat me!” Sol grimaced. “Hey You, explain it to Me.” You perked up and opened his eyes. He looked around to real-eyes the dream. He saw written on the wall, “I was here.” Me and You were there, but not here Now, because he is the S.T.A.R., the Sun of Truth Always Risen.

Early to rise catches morsels. He who stays risen is the feeder who is fed. The Star doesn’t rise; it IS. What goes up must come down, but it’s only Me and You that thinks the risen one falls. What goes out of sight, goes out of mind. The eagle sees much, but the sun sees more. Higher and higher I Am to soar.