The Named One

I am where the sand meets the reed
and the water runneth over,
the beach-faring weevil,
stumbling with purpose
�"plucked from aloft
a flurry of black wings against an impossible sun.

Yet cast me down
through a network of rivules;
back to my watery shallows
where shadows and shine
haunt the undulating weed�"
Opportunity and death
lurking beneath an upturned sandwich toaster.

As time circled, I arose from this mire
in a seething mass of minerals and brine,
�"forced a breaking breath�"
then tramped my feet onto this Holy Soil.

The Bringers called me by Name,
charged me with story and purpose,
then unleashed me unto the wild
to shape it as I will.

And shape it I did.

The virgin plateau soon became my b***h-slave
bent under my Iron Will;
extracted, processed, packaged,
brought to market in neat rows,
awaiting disassembly again.

A crusader against all that yields
or kneels to my godliness;
For I am The Named One
The Intelligent, The Invincible, The Insatiable I.
Riding rampant on a swarm of electrons,
infused with Imagination.
Plundering the past
and spending the future
to blaze my godly chariot
through this Infernal now.

My spinning clocks and machines
a fanfare to my Ingenuity;
their logical certainty
converting habitat to value,
even as I sleep.

Yet as I dream, my clocks betray me.
A glass stirs and rotates,
and I see a man in a room
writing words on a screen
creating worlds in his mind.
Layers of abstraction
to insulate him from his doom.
His heart a throbbing bag of flesh,
quivering as his electrons dissolve,
sinking into his chair,

�"thoughts dis-joining

dissembling�"

running the blind corridor
back through his dark, godless mindscape
naked and alone,
until finally returned...

to where the sand meets the reed
and the water runneth over,
the beach-faring weevil
stumbling with purpose
ܻ�"plucked from aloft.
A flurry of black wings against an impossible sun.