April 29, 2016

One Damn Thing the Phoenix Never Had

Perhaps now, with the constellations no longer tracing our pasts,
With our bloodlines no longer fusing the stars
And pumping memory through the dust of galaxies,
Perhaps now, in the crushing glow of suns and nebulas
And the burning force of all the universe,
In the reverence commanded by the most ancient red giants
That lie slumbering in the farthest reaches of Time, 
Perhaps now we can realize how dimly we truly burned.
Perhaps we can begin the search for fire outside ourselves,
Fire which burns hotter and purer but does not consume.

Let Prometheus slumber with the rest of them,
For we have found fire outside the peaks of Olympus;
We have climbed the hill for the last time and left our boulders behind.

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