The reporter asks him why he wrote the poem. Yeah, I’ld like to know too. What the heck is he talking about? Is it the ramblings of a kook (yes) or could there be hidden meanings behind it?

You decide. Keeping in mind that Neptune is a Roman god of the sea. Who cares if his bones dissolve? He’s not real for pete sakes and besides the One true God is alive!

City on a hill. Is that America?

Unknown creatures take their leave, unmourned. Who are the unknown creatures and why would they not be mourned? Could it be those of us who the elite have no use for?

Horsemen ready their stirrups. Does this mean war? Or death?

Passion seeks heroes and friends. Unity?

The bell of the city on the hill is rung. America?

The shepherd cries. This is NOT Jesus.

The hour of choosing has arrived. Decide whose side you are going to be on? The side of good or side of evil?

Here are your tools. Time to rebuild the world!

Kindling placed in a forest for the lightening celebration. Is this some kind of pagan practice?

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One thin September soon

A floating continent disappears

In midnight sun

Vapors rise as

Fever settles on an acid sea

Neptune’s bones dissolve

Snow glides from the mountain

Ice fathers floods for a season

A hard rain comes quickly

Then dirt is parched

Kindling is placed in the forest

For the lightning’s celebration

Unknown creatures

Take their leave, unmourned

Horsemen ready their stirrups

Passion seeks heroes and friends

The bell of the city

On the hill is rung

The shepherd cries

The hour of choosing has arrived

Here are your tools

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