Sunday, October 7, 2018

He Took Up His Theme and Said

I am seer of the doomed
Tradition, a technician
Of an art whose power
Will not be rediscovered

Until a future
I should be able to see
But can’t can come to admire

As a means to evade ends
When caught in uncertainties.
You’re right. I had no secret

Knowledge. Your divinity
Couldn’t be cursed by any
Prophecy from me.

But I had a function once,
And what you worship
Can’t manage it. You’ll miss me.

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