Three Suns Poem by Leon Moon

The most eternal day of my life.
Supreme thinker transcending defence,
The one mind that governs ignorance
Through pleasure dictating severance
And consequence's severity,
The stem-root of first identity
That brings worlds into eternity
Affirmed by its own authority;
Dissolution's universal blueprint
That enfleshes a stick to a flint,
Bliss, prejudice and punishment.

The still enduring day of my life.
The yolk predating love's dependance
Incubates last judgment's correspondence,
A principle of self-governance
Defied by the heart filling the pit
Transforms speech to transcend the spirit
And leaves flesh for us to inherit;
The united vision's illicit
For the eyes who's eyelids turned to shells
And waged war on light darkness propels
The final rebirth that silence sells.

The day I strive towards my life.
Awakened in the sacrifice
That defied legions guiding afterlives
And defined my youth's desired prize,
Each major rise eclectically bound
In a star returned and a key found
In mid-air against conventional sound,
The twelve layered ultrasound;
The child mankind depends upon! —
The dimension shrouding oblivion
Awaiting for the day to begin.