Earthen Flute

What will happen when golden drops of wine,  
Fall into An ocean of four seasons,  
Followed by two bronze coins,  
That tip the balance of each other through the currents of its Tides.  
 
And the black fire that divides and divines,  
At the beating heart of this era’s time,  
Rises beyond silver citadels contacting the Moon,  
Into fumes.  
 
Will the Great Ox and his wife that mapped the stars all around  
the earth,  
Over plough the fields,  
Enslaved by force,  
The Soil becomes filth,  
 
White spheres sit gleefully upon their wealth,  
This Sacred Seal undone,  
The rivers of milk and honey once undismayed,  
Turn too dust,
And our dreams rust.