Prometheus

2025:

When you gave man fire

We burned each others’ fields

Each of us sure that our torch

held the truth.

And I promised myself

I would never again be licked by the 

flames

Yet still I would walk by their light.

What if we are all of us 

facets and refractions?

Scions of a mosaic we are too near to see-

Flicking droplets in the ocean as we stumble towards unity. 

How much of human nature is merely Aeolus harnessing the wind?

The journey tarries long

Yet we approach Zion, not Horeb.