I pose before them

I pose before them,
civilizations before me,
unaware of my existence…
I begin to see patterns.
Are they trying to call me?

Do they think of me?
Do they speak my name?
Fools! That is nothing like
what I really am.

What an offense!
To them I am nothing but reason based
on their subjectivity and perception.
Nefarious!

What a primitive way
to interpret my abstract being!
They seem so childish to me with their
Dionysian beings and their all-powerful Chimeras.

But… could it really be that
despite being here, in reality, before their steps,
guiding them naturally to order and chaos…?
Could it really be that man
prefers to ignore me and in his egocentrism
invent his own gods?
How foolish!

Even being oblivious to their beliefs
I am the one who truly exists.
And I am not like what their reason based on
subjectivity and finite perception
makes them believe they know about me.