Twas,
but sound,
which enters thine ear.
But,
sound which alters,
all.
Which,
alters human,
kind.
For,
twas sound,
which becomes,
this lightning god.
Which,
becomes the flame,
within Prometheus.
Oh,
be I,
merely a conduit.
Be I,
merely a vessel,
for the divine.
Be I,
this ancient mind,
which shall create,
primordial time.
Oh,
be I,
but an eye...
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