Prometheus

Illustrated by Samantha Fulton. 

Prometheus
The desire to bow, 
to worship, 
to prostrate oneself before an authority

An instrumental desire 
as the indomitable will for freedom.

Flags of old haunt the world.
Falling ashes of a bygone era still 
flutter in the wind Whispering the glory

abstruse light of the enlightenment shines as bright
As light of the absent god we perceive

At the pit of life, we call joy
We all weep for a future never to pass.

Flesh is but a confine. 
The Dance of organs until the curtain calls.

Glorious songs to a day of serfdom.
Uncertainty of our blood. The Certainty of the end.
So, Dance fellow mankind. Until the clock runs out of sands to count.
Into the maw of the stars onto the fruit we had not been.
For what is human but a question.