Emil Asdurian: Spark

Plants dance around! Ready to receive the light!
Like man before the fire. Prometheus aware of
Gods’ whit, tricked them with worthless scraps,
later to steel, what by inheritance belonged to
anyone, thus, in his righteous mind denied the sin,
chained to suffering, self-placed on a crucifix,
to which haven and earth will pay the price still!
Nailed, perhaps, deeper than core had to hide.
Like Hell thereon, with its fallen angels, its flying
sparks, and not the darkness shadows. For Gë,
he, the farsighted foreteller is a villain… for what
it is, but Cronus curse, dragged from son to father!
As for all myth’s oracles, unjustified, as much as
Hellen’s excuse used by both sides, with no
victors, as love. Dread of the divine, envy drying
man and his world! The mighty lord-man, for
labor and misery wasted away in sorrow! Lore’s
greed doesn’t pay with happiness. As Thespis
drama drew from Dionysos dithyrambs, drunken
chorus gestures dance, what the witty beast
changed, so barbarely altered, blamed for what
he broke by ignorance! The stollen fire gleam, in
plain sight, the invisible glowing smog, polluting
from the seas domes to open skies, disarraying,
to a crack, the clocks to those who breath for
living, by destroying their night!
As if theft was ever right!
EA 1/27/24 from the book “of time and beings” all the rights and copyrights are protected.