Myths No Longer Dream Us
Light years before history
began to take itself seriously
the everlasting dead gave us living myths.
“Carry these stories" they commanded,
for this is your becoming history,
carry them all the way
to what seems to you all
to be solid footholds.
Be fruitful and multiply.”
In the swirling momentum of time
new, more verifiable myths were spawned.
Many dreamers realized that
if the tales we tell each other
were ever to be denuded
by a set and concrete realism
then all muse-makers and their visions
would blow away in clouds of dust.
Even so, 'solid footholds',
grew ever more rigid,
blindness became the only sight.
The spinning wheel of new myths
ceased to turn.
Myths are now beggars
at our closed doors.
The footprints of inner gods
stumble away
as they lean upon
old and broken legends.
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