Microscopic
I am Microscopic
The Ant of Man
A speck of dust, a particle
A tiny grain of sand
I swarm in swarms on Mother Earth
I am the alpha of Her birth
It is me I worship, Pagan Man!
– In idolatry of all I stand
Forged in my own image, I am
Cut out, organic
Of plaster, dust and granite –
I am the earthen works, the pillars of antiquity
The Stonehenge of the mystic tribe; I seize
The crust, the mantle
The liquid rock and all that I can handle
Midas-like I have the touch
Of gold within my hand
Where water turns to wine
And dust into the Sands of Time –
I am Atlas Shrugged, I bend
Man and metal with my mind
I achieve the sky in shrieks and cries
– My shadow reaches far and wide
Of me, Myself, I sing, a deity
Manifest of destiny, statuesque
Unscripted and inspired
In dominion over everything:
Water, wind and fire –
I raise my Mighty Self above it all –
I am the Architect, behold
My ego reaching high!
I am Alpha and Omega – it is I!
Microscopic? Only to the eye!
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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