VII  THE CHARIOT

I steal more than fire from the gods.

My brother Prometheus started it all
in his small way.
Now I set my gaze
beyond the fire of the fixed stars,
as I drive my chariot
from west to east,
against the tradewinds’ lure, against the turn
of Fortune’s mighty wheel.

Wily as a planet, she pulls
me into her influence – but I break free,
loose & easy in my chariot.

We are three against the world,
myself & my horses
of headstrong shining bridle.
One is white, the other black
& I’m the force between them.

For I have harnessed
a new fire for humankind –
I am Cerebrum
finally on my own stage,
holding the reins
at the wheel’s most auspicious turn –

& I pass the sun as it moves
the wrong way across the sky.

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