Choosing The World Poem by Mark Sauer

Through your child you write a billion pages
You will never read. In the Book of All
You recast the epic of the ages,
You choose the true king, decree which empires fall
Ten thousand years hence, when the dynasty
You sire has lost your name in fading mist,
And yet your blood among the stars sails free
And flows through veins in all the lovers kissed.
Through your child you transform eternity,
Conjure an Iliad you merely penned
The first line of; one note of melody
That you will never hear unto the end;
Omnipotent, though Homer blind, you press
Worlds to come like wax, with a god's caress.