Forge of Gods
It is two hundred B.C.
For people these worlds see
Distances seem to stretch to infinity
There is little time to appreciate its beauty
But remember today
Is based on yesterday
And new ideas constantly come to light
And take flight
The artisan in Anatolia is forging a sword
But this kind of sword
Is new to the world
It is a Damascus type sword
Later in Rome different artisan
As the day has began
Looks at a volcano not with awe
For volcano as a blessing he does believe
Volcano erupts with great power
The fiery lava flows hour after hour
It is like devil himself would explode
And lava his blood stones before him would erode
But after end of lava flow
When its demonic tongues no longer glow
Towards it artisan will make a dash
To collect volcanic ash
To make concrete it he will use
Concrete will usually come loose
After certain period of time
But this concrete gets stronger with time
Many layers has Damascus sword
That is why it is prized even in modern world
But something modern or maybe futuristic I had in mind
Particularly artisan working on the very mind
Mind that to have output
Does not need any input
And still is has greater output
Than human mind with divine input
That the first layer would be
Second layer would be
To the first what first to base is
And layers keep to be added through temporal abyss
Having such mind only partially would be bliss
For man jealous being is
Still I think it would be interesting find
If when we unearth strange ancient tomb we find such a mind
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016
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