An Ode To Reason Part 9 Poem by Tom Billsborough

StanzaTen
You shadowme, curator
Of myself, you catalogue
Each thought, each act, and editor
Since you rewrite the scripts
Of incidents half forgot,
Perverting my experience.
The sea chokes too with debris.
The World must hark to Reason.
Only by creation shall we know
Ourselves and our desire
To guard our natural beauty.
Arise now, Aphrodite,
Upon the gesso ground
And may the Goddess. rule.

StanzaEleven
The tide must turn again
To save the Eagle and the swallow,
Our oxygen in plankton
Our habitats tomorrow,
Our mother sea. Female
Reason and her caring nature
Must prevailto end this peril.
What use the flowering Nebulae,
Our planetary probes, our libraries
Of Data when greed has blinded
Us until eternity?
The heels are clicking on the shore.
The metronome of Time
Insists that she is heard!