Monday, 6 November 2017

How Fate weaves the loom:

Did Daedalus dream of flight?
As, with chisel and hammer,
he carved the granite
to fashion the maze for the beast,
delving deep, did he see the moment
when he might fly
and leave the cursed island far behind?

Did he care for the fiend
doomed to exist in that twist and turn
of lightless canals that led nowhere
but further down; did he regret
how clever his engineering and mathematics
knowing the monster’s alchemic myth
far out shone his science?

Was it ironic
that Icarus, his only son,
did not die when he flew too high
but died when he fell
his human shell far too frail

to greet the depths below?

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