Since the foam of Osiris washed against civilization
	I have waited
	watching an endless sea of froth lap across the delta of life
	endless tides carrying you to me
	desert sand spilling atop fertile earth
	calloused feet pressed upon fine grain.
	I walked towards you.
	Ra's anger whipped dark scars across my back
	for I was more powerful than he.
	From Isis to Cronus I have marked time
	Artemis and Apollo dancing above my head for countless eons
	till my presence shaded sunlight and white-washed darkness
	The bright anger of Zeus snapping at my heels
	to rid himself of the presence that harbored his mortality.
	I rode west on the wings of a growing empire
	nestled in the safe comfort of change.
	And still you had not yet been born.
	Saturn's house gave way, little one
	Satan and Yahweh rising to ascendance like bursting flames
	and they fight still
	warring in the dying embers quieted by Reason
	as I warm myself by the fire
	and wait for you to join me.
	Can you feel my presence, child?
	Hovering on the fringes of your dim calculations
	as I wait for Logic to fail you-- and it undoubtably will--
	to join its brethren in discarded literature
	a paper palace of fallen gods.