The Diaspora Of The Gods.
Oh ancient bard of the middle realms The darkness of an age past its prescribed
Tell us in brief yet enduring song
Of those things previously known to all
Yet now lost to us. Lost tragically
Not through the passage of time but rather
In self imposed forgetting. Yes, at long
Last we are ready to hear that which we
Have always known and have it revealed
To us in the light of day. Such things that
Usually come to us in the depths
Of night when even the tyranny of
Our own senses would betray themselves.
Yes, tell us of those long ago hidden
Things and of how we have become who we
At present seem. Yes even lay bear to us
Any far sighted route out of our
Centuries old blindness impeded alley.
Use your metre to sing in pleasant words
Such things as to liberate us from
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Stature laid out in their nobly casual
Time. Reveal to us those plain things known
To the scribes of Alexandria, Athens
And Rome. Babylon was as yet an infant
When the Ganges first flowed with succulent
Intellectual fruits, and the high lake
Of Titicaca gave forth solace
For many a solemn exiled prince
Of knowing. Tiwanaku’s gateway
Still longs to teach us what generations
Of Promethean sons have ignored.
Even Egypt’s vast complexes
Of triangulated perplexity
Had their purpose and the sunken remains
Of the Atlantic still enchant us through
A dense veil of waves. Sing to us like one
Who had been present at the world navel
Stone’s inaugural baptism. Tell us
Further of distant climes where men of godlike
Manner such laws so soon misunderstood!
Yes, tell us again of Viracocha
And his mysterious deeds. Oh, tell us
Of Osiris before the very first time
Had dawned. Tell us of Bacchus and the fecundity
Of unfulfilled potential. Tell us further,
For we are patient, how out of the south
Came Vishnu to ignite the minds of men.
We wish to know also of Gilgamesh’s
mighty exploits into depths still obscured.
Yes, tell us ancient bard, for we already
Know all that with which the procession
Of life has absurdly blockaded our
Onward march.... Let us scatter once more
From our pre-established creeds and beliefs....
Yes, we are listening as you unfold,
In the worthy tradition of Lucretius,
The papyrus of your sweet didactic song!