The Demiurge

For the Old Gnostics:

The Fathers put their trust in the end of the world

And they were wrong.   The Gnostics were right and not

Right.   Dragons copulate with their knobby tails.

Some somnolent wealth rises unconcerned,

Over there!   In the world!   Ponderous stubborn

Sorrow weighs down the flying Gospels.

Some enormous obstacle blocks our way.

The untempered soul grumbles in empty light.

Robert Bly.