Progress

I tilled fields
under the shadow of Colossus
while Kronos fantasized my mind
and ripped open seams of the impossible.
And when the distant Sun had faded
beneath the wafting clouds and escaped
my senses, my Colossus ran towards
my slumbering chasm and we prayed together.
I woke the next day, saw a plough encased
in slivers of spirits, and I tore it from the Earth
to rampage among the stars.