"Pythagoreans Celebrate Sunrise," Fyodor Bronnikov, 1868, Wikipedia photo.
“Pythagoreans Celebrate Sunrise,” Fyodor Bronnikov, 1868, Wikipedia.

Part 4: Ancient Fragments Inspired by Aion’s Light

Solitude of open sky, barren desert sands,
Voice arising from solar beams, living being
No sexes wore, face upon which no gaze could
Meet, form combined with light, featherless
Yet floating free, radiant thought my mind so
Touched, oasis heart-flowing, waters cool and
Soothing, images of archaic ages. Presence of
Deity, upon my knees I fell, single voice, one
Word wind-breathed , “Write.” Like dawning
Sun, verses rose, histories faded and forgotten,
Through my pen awakened, accounts enchanting
Ears, I knew not what I wrote, only that it spoke
Through me. Ear-whispering muse, we walked
Distant lands, beneath azure sphere, scribed
In foreign tongue, familiar as my own, papyri
In scrolls, ebb and swell of tides, fingers inked,
Candles burned, dates and figs, my companion
Unseen yet felt warm upon my face, poetry
More graceful than her hair. I gave myself to
Her, and her to me, our domain shared, poetic
Eternal verse. (More Ovidian in style.)

“The cause is hidden. The effect is visible to us all.” — Ovid


"Homer, Iliad, Papyrus, Hawara 24-28, Wikimedia.
“Homer, Iliad, Papyrus, Hawara 24-28,” Wikimedia.

Here this epic begins, amidst warring strife,
Fallen heroes, enemies slain, cities crumbled, all
Things witnessed from rocky heights, marching
Armies, ships of sail, tent camps along seashores,
Destruction approached gates and walls, end of
Myndos, her sons and brothers, each side praying
To same gods, except one of Myndos strong and
Bold rode forth, chariot of sunlit gold, to wage
War, petition peace, or to concede his life, Ixion
His name, order gave, “Shields raised high!”
Thousand, thousand bronze shields reflected
First sunlight, enemy blinded, archers loosed as
Many arrows skyward, ancient Myndos withstood
Assault, clashing swords and shields, horses
Hoofs and chariot wheels. Opposing generals
Granted clearing dead, defeated armies reduced
To ruin, dogs and carrion birds. To no avail,
They prayed for clouded days. Alas! In this
Beginning, end is foretold: mighty armies
Defeated by strength of Aion’s timeless sun.
(More Homeric in style.)

“Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that
walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.”
— Homer, “Iliad.”

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