Precious Little History (Rewrite 1) Poem by Andy Wood

A gate in the earth.
A passage to the chair.
The seat of government.
The master mind behind the table,
Opening the chamber again.
Father of the Sun
Behind the sun.
Father of the corn.
Wearer of the Seven - Tined Crown of the Kings.
Fourteen times he has been the alphabet.
His bastard son rattles the cage,
Tryings to rouse Cronos from his sidereal slumber.
The spell of the Seven Heavens is broken.
The new age floods in -
A storm in our teacups
Spills us into over-flowing saucers.
The race is all but lost at sea and
Memory flies away again,
But the Thirteenth Sign is freed by awakening Cronos
And the Son swims to safety.
Leaves unfold as he walks the earth
Like his father did before him.
But does The Order remain?

Know the pattern.
Never forget yourself.
Become a party,
Join the precession,
Become a poet, a flower,
A river - abridge
Agate in the earth.

(For Ea)