An Ode To Reason Part 9

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!