O Ouranos! Did you hear me through the ages?: A poem 

I can look for the God who was rendered lame 

I can always see myself as never tamed 

These violent scores; when the rightful, in vain, became 

Can the wizard with the key say: Open Sesame? 

These rocks all bear evidence of a victorious shame 

Misbegotten power has called the lists of fame 

To say either sardonically or gracefully doesn’t acquit blame 

You know Chronos; you turn, you burn! It is no longer your game! 

I have graced twelve stairs; does it constitute the stairway? 

I have tossed and turned; yet have known my way 

The tempest of the evil one who always shadows my day 

He must eternally suffer for his crimes, I insist and say! 

O Varuna! You ran us with Rta; and so, you must return! 

I must restore what was lost; and now must be, again, won 

Not your bary point or your deep sea, for me, to reckon 

You can’t ever take away my Jupiter who is my son!