In the town, at sundown, he came from the underground,
Sunset blazing, colors of light shifting in the spacing and placing of eyes,
into the man, gazing
The crowd stood good all around the man from the underground

Cold western winds blowing, showing, and going in all directions
Fast fading bright light brought End Times desperation
And with eyes of fire and hands of endless eternal isolation
The man from the underground spoke with limitless conviction:

“Stories told by bold men often ring hollow my friends, to those with empty brains
Searching for growth and living in pain, until the storm comes and brings the rain
Black flowers bloom from and into every room as far as the mind can see
Of what one thinks was, is, and will be.”

The dust from the ocean and the waves of the desert came upon them
Tear stained stars colliding with cataclysmic predestination
And as a child is born and an elder fades and dies into space
As natural as snow, the town looked at the man with amazing grace

He had dirty clothes yet cleanest hands
His feet caked with age and sands from many lands
Face prophetic, yet, it was the eyes
Deep emerald socketed windows leading to a door
No existence had ever ventured far enough to see before

A man, a Prophet, a lunatic, a wolf, a sheep, a lion, a wretch, a child, a Poet, a lover, a war fighter, a singer, a broken Prayer, a hopeful leader, a gypsy, a ship with a mutinous crew, a baby with eyes of blue, a Universe in a pair of black Converse shoes, The Devil and God
Stood in the town at sundown glued, confused
Placing the stranger who appeared moments ago, into view

“With all things set in the mind of recognized time
such limitations supersede supposed knowledge of those who dare to dream
and in time, impossibility will be the solution
but only through what fixated others call Delusion.”

In the silence of the fading sunset’s light
The players on the stage took a breath, blinked tight
And the man from the underground was gone from sight