Polytheistic Story

In a forgotten and perhaps fabricated 
legend of ancient yesteryears 
buried invisible in the ash of entropy
and turnover: 
the basic elements that delivered 
from the gods the materials of 
life & existence oscillate, balance, hum upon 
the landscape of an internecine war
lacking neither debt nor reconciliation. 
Where the god of vacant chance, Chaos
observed that of Fire push, indeed, shove 
their Brother/Sister Water from the
stubborn and fragile Earth God/s of
same proportion
into the Uncanny Kingdom of 
Fear and Want and Loyalty
where some math unburdened by preference 
should scatter them to the reaches of their ephemera. 

One studied the trajectories and the habits of 
each and each of they to the others and
whosoever's eyes were primary to witness: the party
of it exploring its composition, inspecting the 
edges for symmetry, or at least conformity
only to achieve discomfort, pain for its effort. 

And that such provided letter & measure to the truth
of the Mountain of Enlightenment: that within the 
fact of our strange & storied condition, we are no less 
helpless than ancient sorrows arrest our roadbuilders
to the hollow of their fate. 
No: we are defiled by fools
and foolishness and 
bad luck, too
but even agony &
despair 
require some agreement of condition;
No: even the slightest 
true
god
would
speak its own name. 




**** 

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