Prelude:
How could this have come to be, this life, so ever-changing?
these laws that pushed the smallest things to pull the greatest mountains?
and what could cause the chance to think and wonder why we can?
Sophia flowed through mystery where Logos formed a plan.
Act 1: Epigenesis
First Interlude:
At the heart of sacred grounds, a man claims what is righteous
with ****** standard pointed proud and conduct that disguises
a savage pulse, an ancient thirst; is Cronus set in stone?
Impressing eager, weaker men, Saint George goes on and on.
Act 2: Saint George
Second Interlude:
Where the wood once bloomed unbound, a shaft of ivory rises
and reigns above a throne of clouds, where veil of white disguises
a wilting rose, a potted plant; did Gaea plan her fate?
Behind the stained-glass window's view, Joanna meekly waits.
Act 3: Joanna
These are excerpts from an operetta I'm composing. I had hoped for these stanzas to be able to stand on their own as poetry. In the work, the first stanza will be read aloud while a feminine Eros and a masculine, deified Logos meet in the middle of the stage and, after clasping hands, Eros is pushed down by Logos. The interludes will be sung by a full female choir.
