As our Mythology trickled over
the Rock of the Ages
it became a filtered
and babbling brook:
purified, refined, crystalline...
Only, unlike the babbler,
the minerals of wisdom--
that which made men from
Dust
and formed women from
Clay--
are but myths busted and
absent from the filth that fills us up.
From beings of light,
to light beings;
it is no wonder
we cower in fright
when we discover the self lost
on the veldt of our Psyche.
©2008 RA
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I always thought that women were made from clay. I'm glad to see that I was right.
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