13,968. DISGRUNTLED UNCLE

DISGRUNTLED UNCLE

Prometheus stole fire and gave

it to Man. From the Gods to 

humans in one fell swoop.

Nothing any different that

that occurred until the Human

dragged its way across the fens.

Then, we began to see results.

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Edison dropped fire into its

place and called it light. The

cities of bright and of spectacle

rose. Locomotives sundered the

distances where mountain-men 

used to slumber :  the hillside

shacks and cabins in hollows.

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The small towns and places

then generated themselves; 

canals and churches sought

their meanings allied with the

commerce of the svelte. Every

two weeks there'd be 10 new

words for what we were doing.

Who'd ever heard of that before?

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Politics made strange bedfellows, 

even then  -  still, a Capulet and

a Montague have never quite

kissed, yet. Fences align the

separate parts, and  -  of all a

sudden  -  it's 'Smoke and

Mirrors Day!'

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Within the closed circle now,

we call it the modern day : not

worth anything but to get your

credit on and spend illicit monies

on illicit goods. This world has

lost its context : the leftists kiss

their own powdered faces, while

their rightists ponder the fates of

profit and death and man.

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If anyone was still alive, they'd

have no place to go. Prometheus

stole fire from the Gods, a long,

long, time ago.