Prometheus' Cost

Recently was hit by a car, had dark period in relationship, and had an intense arrest at the hands of armed French police.While searching for some specific message in the events,this came.

I guess at some point, when childhood still hung above my head, I heard something that sunk in,

became fact, wisdom, universal truth to guide me through it all. But that point vanished

with the behaviour of the wise: contradictory at worst, mastered to heinous perfection always.

Other points have come and gone over the years, flashing their sharp moment of truth

before vanishing also, with not even a memory. Years I have torn through now

longer than your measly four seasons; each an eternity, half in Hell,

half seeking somewhere else that seemed no more than an ideal

that once attained cost more any Truth's value.

But, I can say that pure wisdom was earned;

not the wisdom of logic, but true wisdom

which turned all operating systems of any nature to a schematic of the underlying principles.

What my eye turns to I become;

when a pain is etched on a strange face,

I become.

The eye that reflects glory maddened,

I become.

When every history of every thing that ever was is opened to my eye

I become

and I go blind

and crazed

and I talk to both sides of me as though I do not exist;

and the purity of deeds that one side produces

the other turns to ash and consumes

arrogantly

assured that there nothing he can not destroy,

that there is nothing personal in anything that knows time.

When music sang throuh that one monkey's brow 

for the first time

I became 

and later l learned to know. 

The part of me still reptile

I know all

too well.

I have discovered fire,

fed my tribe, fought and beaten foes,

escaped confinement in forests ambigous in bizarrity,

fallen from the heart of a star to be burned by life,

captured moments that could steal the breath

and created some that could stop the heart.

I fought the law

and the law always wins; 

tried fighting the bad guys 

and became one.

When I talk to God,

and talk to God I do,

but not nearly so much as he talks to me,

he makes it clear to me that it is not He

who does not exist.

He tells me of his doubts;

I tell him that I have none.

He tells me of his thoughts;

I tell him I have none.

I have only what he gives.

I

My true nature which causes the conflict with people is elemental and so basic

that it surprises me they are not any closer to any of their own truths.
To them I am

lover, beggar, killer,

prophet, stoner, willing chief,

and a strange road to cross.

The Universe and I know
that I need 

nothing more than one
and there she stands
loving,
and committed

to stop everything becoming ash

Author's Note

Unedited.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This is maddeningly real...in an intoxicating way, really. I love the raw, open, unedited train of thought feeling of this piece. There are some amazing lines and images in this that will sit with me long after the reading, I am sure.

"My true nature which causes the conflict with people is elemental and so basic"--well said.