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!