everything starts here and now we fall out, the plane traveling west, our gliding wings spread the weight we've lifted pulls down gravity with its many tendrils holds to us pulling but still the rigid bars that welded to our mass a visor to catch sunshine like a manta ray. one tells the other it could last forever but maybe won't. the point is in the flight where the landing isn't known, it's past the horizon and there is more than just us but let's pretend. that the world could tolerate insolence such as that which won't touch the ground. icarus met prometheus in truth after the wings melted no one found him but that is because he discovered a titan, bleeding and broken chained to a rock he did not notice the sun rise or fall. all of existence for him a cycle of pain and for so long no company but the eagle. icarus tumbled down the hill and the eagle didn't pay attention being commanded a purpose that it hated. it saw the sharp angles in prometheus that spoke of its spirit. the two had talked once and realized quickly that the irony of this was that zeus turned kindred against. that night the eagle returned to an empty nest and pressed against the sides the entrails it had only recently consumed. working it into the twigs and dirt until it began to beat like a heart. the birth of anger justly applied bringing life to what was beaten and like a man rising from the mud the shoulders came first and when the eagle slept the nest rocked it to sleep cooing a promise of retribution. icarus disoriented and beaten himself walked to the titan and could not rouse him. his eyes had been closed for so long not wanting to remember the freedom of standing and walking the world he had been born upon. so icarus stayed out of the way when the eagle came and afterwards slowly coaxed life back into that which brought it for him. he started a fire one day and from it long arms reached out when the eagle jumped into it silently suicidal and broke the boulder in half with a crack which zeus heard from olympus, much quieter now the god of gods delusions scribbled on the walls and windows. heavenly diagrams that sunlight burst through and danced the simple motion of a cycle though thousands of years long. “apes,” he thought as the tower of babel he hid after ascending was discovered and trembled from pick axes and caterpillars that sawed at its foundation. prometheus stood and his beard combusted cleaning him and there stood the fire bringer, the agent of chaos so the gods had challenged. he said to icarus, “look what you have done,” with a smile and a whistle. having outlasted the empire again he stepped back hopping on one foot creating a rhythm that penetrated the ground and from it rose flowers of every sort as openly traded information took flight as a billion locusts that tore down the dinosaurs before racing through the atmosphere to the false powers. to the established cretins who rightfully hid themselves behind gated communities, consumed in a natural event and icarus, there confused by how little he had to do was consoled by the most ancient, the rebel and the courageous the two the same and understanding that this was all the grinding of gears made thousands of years ago. they had no part in it. so prometheus sat with the mortal a while until manhood came when he said to him, “make no mistake. you are a fool if you let the days pass by without entering the world. you have to go find pandora and she will as she does to many consume all of you. you will feed yourself to her and your children and if you can do so justly they will as my brother the eagle has, do the same in honor of you. a sacrifice to the gods in all reality. to the order of things which none of us can change but must still resist to make ourselves beautiful. “you are all my children and I love you, the suffering i’ve understood and even zeus having to fight from his own fathers gut i love. truthfully i offered the eagle my liver having seen the patterns that we all are echoes of never needing another thing. now leave this place and carry on until you've no urges left or energy to pursue them. olympus will be landing here soon.” so icarus left silently and somewhat forlorn expecting the unique company to stick around longer fully knowing that no matter when it left the feeling would be the same. off to search for answers as the pantheon of the gods mounted on top the falling tower of babel landed directly on prometheus with his outstretched arms embracing as a peaceful soul does the entirety of the world. not to die, shot deep into the planet to carry on the rhythm singing lullabies to beloved children. so icarus lights fires and pandora deserves the attention, zeus tumbled out and began to walk the earth again with titans applauding his every footstep.
