Evermore has man searched for God,
the one who lives forever,
reaching upward towards the sun,
Icarus smitten with metallic rod.
Evermore has man dreamed of eternal life,
mixing potions,
magnum opus,
man or monster under knife.
Evermore has man sought immunity,
medical perfection,
telomeres with regeneration,
society given a longer unity.
Evermore has man longed for the paranormal,
vampires and immortal beasts,
fireside stories fit for fear,
portals to the imagination.
*The bird of Hermes,
is my name,
eating my wings,
to make me tame.*
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
Evermore has man searched for God,
the one who lives forever,
reaching upward towards the sun,
Icarus smitten with metallic rod.
Evermore has man dreamed of eternal life,
mixing potions,
magnum opus,
man or monster under knife.
Evermore has man sought immunity,
medical perfection,
telomeres with regeneration,
society given a longer unity.
Evermore has man longed for the paranormal,
vampires and immortal beasts,
fireside stories fit for fear,
portals to the imagination.
*The bird of Hermes,
is my name,
eating my wings,
to make me tame.*
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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