Regards From the Rainbowman

Superpowers surge through humble hominids

With the same frequency as common sunshine

Yet present peasant people forget.

Under the grand grind

Of silicon social media and capitalistic cog work

Serfdom’s syndicate of selfish self-interest

Uses their supervision to sap us into stunted sadness.

Hear me, star-cousins, for we are not slaves to the clock

But rather seeded with superb star potential

Not mere celebrity, do not fall for the flirtations of wealth and capital,

Rather, fly into yourself

Soar inwards through royal violet yonder

Glistening with the glamorous glory the universe intends for thee.

My greatest superpower in this life

Is that the Fates bestowed me with Sky-Father’s eyes

Merely that I might recognize

The everyday rarities of a human hero that can mesmerize:

Family’s fortitude,

fostering rays of love to beam forth from a child’s cared-for cries;

Commonplace creativity,

Melding messed-up experience

With crafted skill into collections of soul coherence;

Pounds of progress,

Built on a generational tower of technology and intellectual innovation,

Exponentially increasing prosperity potential for all peoples.

These are your powers, star-cousins,

These and many more magical acts

You access with every day grace.

In the cynicism and servitude of your saintly struggle,

You seem to forget your own superpowers

But I see you for the sensational superior star-cousins that you are,

Supreme and stark against the depths that are dark in this world.

Your light refracts through mine eyes,

Swirling away stagnation, revealing rainbows of radiance in the possibilities of our people

Precious, lovely light that nourishes my imagination with rain of every resonant color

My optimism is the opportunity to witness your opulence.

Star-cousins, never forget the way you shine

For it is your cornucopia of colors that I wear as my cape

It is you that teaches me how to fly