A mighty man is well capable, well aware.
As he strives, he recognizes, analyzes, realizes.
He blocks and unblocks.
He fully overlooks.
Inwardly, he supervises.
A glazed-eyed dummy neared to say:
” How have you flourished ? How have you ruled ?
Be my Father. Be my Dynast. Be my Lord. “
- ” From times of old I am.
I am the puppeteer.
I am the gates’ keeper.
I am the chess master.
I am the mesh weaver.
Still, you remaining bastards of a fly.
You live in the windward, and in pity, you die.”