(Inspired by 'The God of Impertinence' by Sten Nadolny)
How that fire warms, forged
tools comfort, enable,
utile as physics, reason, & the average man Diogenes
never sought, bulwark against child-based instruction,
as if molecules &
viruses perform for the naked eye. Reason, reduced to
refutation of old testimonials, Jesus speciously
aligned w/
unfiltered wrath. Hephaestus's utility, salvation- tho
no one invokes his name after stubbing his toe or
sees him (or his mother)
in pancakes- forges ahead of Momus of ridicule &
handsome Dionysius w/ weapons of
mass deception &
instruments quantifying Vanity and the
striven after Wind, the club-footed deity thru
whom Lucifer found
Edison's third ear, inspiring sweat- such
medicine-
*pharmakon*-
girding one last-
ditch defense against
all threat of prophesied second act or profit-
less sequel, morality and mortality gold-plated-
out in
deference to a baseless-yet-somehow-higher
moral ground, embracing gratuitous
upgrades, trivializing
momentum, obscuring & out-
sourcing memory, the Fire that
warms, burns, melts & molds for
Hephaestus, father of
Pandora, w/ Faith that only the warmth will intrude.
Cretan Maineiac
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