Mything
Mything
Out of the debris of a big bang
were we formed.
Formed round the great snake
which sleeps at the center
of what became our planet.
Clinging to the dark coils for safety.
Growing until the mass became our earth.
Balancing in an orbit around a small star,
gaining our own satellite,
which became the sun’s reflection
on dark nights.
From that beginning
through the eons,
from the dust of other destructions,
from a speck of a former incarnation,
from the seed of Gods
we cannot understand,
we were born.
We ride on the snake
sleeping at our center
burning with the fires of a hell
beyond our ability to create.
From that mote of myth came
Life
in forms beyond imagining,
successful in their season,
to become the dust
from which new life was formed.
Molded into fantasy forms,
evolving,
reaching expanding
in a enigmatic design, to be destroyed in
ever changing ways.
From the speck of matter
that is the myth
on which we claim our Godship,
sailing on our sea of ignorance
in the false myth ship of science,
floating to our future
to join those who have gone before.
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