Path 4: Decentralization

When Epimetheus said there were no gifts left

Prometheus likely chuckled, placing embers into our hands

And when Zeus stole that gift away, the trickster whispered

This is your right

to stand as my equal

to choose to kneel

or spit

at the foot of Olympus

We were

supposed to be rusty automatons for the amusement of a child playing father

supposed to only live life with permission.

supposed to be dancers, enslaved by gods and time.

Fire was not fire.

To this day, we retained our sun-stained coals

though they do not lie in every palm

though the tyrant was fooled, we continue to fool each other

saying that only some may hold the flame

making ash from those who burn

trying to give warmth to cold bodies.

Our father, though hepatically challenged

knew that fire could not be owned

that we danced because of uncontainable passion

that our hands were the same as his.