AN ANTEDILUVIAN RUMOUR
Long ago
I mastered beasts
An explosive earthly power
Fearfully made, perfect to compete.
The daughters of man
Effortlessly impressed.
They were fair
I took any as I wished
Bound by death and ancient law.
I felt offense
I killed, I raped
Created cities, crafts and beauty
Listening but never hearing,
Gazing but not seeing,
Abounding in knowledge,
But not understanding.
The priests are drunk,
The Muses fail,
Man seeks
The natural philosopher stumbles.
An ancient whisper, a rumour, a myth
Of glory that abounds
A vague, enslaving thought
I can put it to good use.
Transcendent glory
Thirst unquenched
for what is man,
But an image to be seen
His glory passes
His power wanes
Lost in hubris,
and extremes.
Disconnected
Full of pride
Nature broken
Lives ensnared
There is more than what is seen
What is seen implies more.
I called upon the name of the LORD,
My birthright now I see.
Eureka, it is found
Set apart from what exists
It’s hidden in the things I see,
The breath I take,
in plain sight,
Glory, once hidden from me.
Found again
That antediluvian being
Behold,
His glory is in me.
By James Fratzia
May 2015
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