I Dreamed Of Colossus Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

(This is not a political poem. this is against the political throttling of the individual, individuated beauty of each human soul; imago dei, for those who think they were born to engineer it, on both sides of the aisle. who lie and lie and lie...

It is, in fact, a nightmare and not a dream though as for Alice in the horrid wonderland, the key is on the glass table, if you only look for it; and the Door to the beautiful garden as I do not believe in leaving the reader stranded)

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I dreamed of colossus and a marble stair

where I looked out on everywhere from the last landing

on the same blank scene

and I woke up and I said I will mean

more than the vastness of snow over the empires

of no soul. those selling even the moonlight for profit and

control

and the view from the empyrean

that outranks God.

all these greek names.

what they reign over now.

sadness the myth of sadness

I can see, all its golden apples

rolling down the hill. the Princess, in name only.

distress and the case for myrrh

and the crystal devastations

of the king's will; Cassandra and Antigone

perhaps for a little while I'll be

but never never the chorus

for the song is not good

that hammers fate, determinism home

like a nail through the heart

to rule in God's stead.

Only Christ is free.

let it be understood.

there's a tyranny in dreams

that lord it over others.

their sisters and their brothers.

though I am a glass harp

and not the timpani.

still, I dreamed of colossus.

and I wish I never had.

mary angela douglas 28 august 2019