beyond my control is all I've strived for
like Tantalus I groped for what
was just beyond reach (worse...what would
lift itself out of my reach as I stretched)
I must re-read this Greek myth and seek a parallel
this is the way the Ancients described the Fates
as their successors the Jews the Christians the Muslims
the Zoroastrians the Gnostics projected their psyches
onto the skies and filled the Void with their vanity
their fear their ignorance and their pride
as the world remained ever a hell
so here in the lower ring of fire my voice rises
a cacophony of bewilderment while I search for the spigot
of Living Water that dwindles and disappears when I approach
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