The Lucid Lapse: Equinox

I see a tall human
towering above the cruising planes
the flow of white clouds separating
forming a halo around their abdomen
floating above the head of a
sky blue mountain
as the tall human raises their arm
and all their fingers tear off
twisting and turning
contorting their way down to the
darkened city below
shielded from the sun
by the bare-skinned tall human
but is there really a sun?

Society behind the tall human
could have seen the sun
but what do we know
we refuse to even look at the
society behind the tall human
for they are
the society behind the tall human
if the tall human does not even
want to look at them
why should we?

There was a time
when the tall human was like us
they had a very human heart
they loved and cared for
their preys, packs, predators
and they were a friend of all
but then they found
the weakness of the heart
a white string wound around
all of our human hearts
such a pure, unblemished form of
direct control
the human spent days and nights
understanding the potential of the
society behind the strings
until days become nights
in the eyes of society
up, up, there they go
shot to the sky, yet still very grounded
they were like us
so why have they grown tall?

Living within the nation-spanning shadow
of the tall human
memories of the light
slowly slipping away
yet, we wonder
if the sun rises and sets
wouldn't the sun go over the tall human
wouldn't we be able to witness it?

Or has the tall human
consumed the sun?
Or has the tall human
became the sun?

Every time we fall asleep
in our very nostalgic dreams
we reminisce the days long gone
when we were all on similar pedestals
with the tall human
sitting on the same thrones
living very human lives
but ever since the day
the tall human gained
preys, packs, predators
we soon realized that we were our own
preys, packs, predators