"Flash!"

White doves bring Ambrosia to Jupiter
where the kind gods gave her to me.
A gift of immortal youth and beauty
for all to touch,
hear and see.
"Am I a peculiar favorite of the Gods?"
distinct from all others,
as I listen to the raging storm,
drinking tea from an antler horn,
sitting in a great chair,
in a great house.

Tiger eyed cat with Persian hair,
winks with a start
when a massive log falls with amber red sparks,
while keeping my bones warm,
an Alpha Wave storms my form...Flash!

The year is 350 BC,
I'm at Athens in Greece,
watching,
watching,
a partisan running hurriedly from police,
police wearing rusty chainmail under shiny plate.
Oh boy! See how the coppers are so irate.
See them run!

I sneak up on Plato's pupil Aristotle,
dissecting animals behind Apollo's temple,
rumpled,
bearded,
simply irresistible,
with entrails on his sleeves.

Apollo Lyceius wouldn't believe our conversation,
revelations,
about man's work on Earth.

Aristotle told me about his student of first rate,
a young ambitious Alexander the Great,
who's conquest of the world he tried to sate...Meanwhile,

Byzantium falls,
at Chaeronea the Sacred Band of Thebans falls,
at Issus Persia falls,
on the banks of the Jaxartes Scythians falls,
Sogdiana falls,
India falls,
Porus dies and Punjab falls.
All I can think is,
"Boy did this guy have balls!"

Fact is he died at a ball,
a death by poison.
Was he poisoned by them all?
I don't know!

All I know is my glimpses of the magnificence and splendor
which dazzle and captivate my imagination,
my divination,
of the future yet to come,
of which I'm from,
rock my beat!

Meanwhile,
In another time and space,
Machiavelli goes from dust to dust...Flash!

I My Tye the hell out of there,
as the ball point of my pen
busts a beta wave into my mind's eye!

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