Show Me Prometheus

Poetry of Not Knowing

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Show me this yaldabaoth

This ego

Show me his broken form

Reflecting my shattered

Self Image

Point me at the

Ignorant Creator

So that I may hold him softly

In his Hubris

And point him, with care,

My dear step-father

Back home; to his Mother

Prajnaparamita

What only wanted for him

To create Love

Let him come home

All Father

Let him die and see the light,

And so before it, vanish.

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Oh vain creator,

So able to wound,

So able to heal.

Do you know, yet, Demiurge,

That you are not my soul?

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©2024 Stephen Rains