Wax and Featheralways he built,
driven by necessity
and the overwhelming urge
to create
to make new
to be better
not to be outdone
he crushed beneath the
fallen stones
all who stood in his path
until
for all his genius
he found himself buried
trapped
beneath black soil
in seven-coiled paths
of his own making
still
hubris ruled his hands
guided them with
wax
and string
and feather
until he had built perfection
on his back
the conveyor of his greatest triumph
holds in it's claws
his greatest loss
blinded by Apollo's glare
he could do nothing more than
watch
as exuberance tasted
freedom
for one shining moment
before all was swallowed
lost
beneath a rolling sea© Dec. 13, 2005
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