Photos by Dr Abe V Rotor
Folly of Human Art
For once I am on top of the world,
seeing many a stage of life below,
nature in her pristine and injured,
by man's genius, his joy and sorrow.
Endless levees that keep off the sea,
with each facet a living chamber;
levees that keep in the monsoon rain,
where Ceres descends in October.
A dead lake where the faithful come
in pilgrimage of a lost town,
like a peaceful place in ancient Peru -
the lost town of Pantabangan.
Oh, I cannot hold on any longer,
heavy are my thoughts and heart;
now I know what mortal means,
seeing the folly of human art. ~