frigid waters

if it had, or it hadn’t
if it did, or it didn’t
flat and flattened
a blank slate, from nowhere
the eight riders of Gemini
history is not a stale and dead enterprise
The gifts of wandering stars, and the magi
a soft, half merger for some dye businesses
a circuit, between emanations of light

what’s there and what isn’t
contradictions and doublespeak
living underground, and then finally seeing the sun
the floodgates are open, parting the Red Sea
the last terrible, bitter roots, are finally weeded
ground down and ground out
legends of the giants and djinn
paganism, and the ancient Amber Road
it did and it didn’t

out of basements, and primeval forests
the migration of Eurasians, off of the Steppe
prehistoric fire giants and volcanoes
hidden in the oldest part of Europe
spirits and cities – a world on the moon
thunderous Perun, Iupiter and Indra
there and not there
feel like an out-of-place alien, on earth
leftovers, from the future

Prometheus and the phoenix; light, and fire
the reemergence of real feelings
a great Angel, at the Edge, in the bright light
the secret of Central Asia and the Steppe
an inadequate ideology
warm sea and lush land
when the continents were in unusual places
a tranquil world, shrouded in falling rain
ellipses and uncertainty

put purpose into practice
not a watch, but a Band-Aid
peer over the edge, into a dark grove
it is and it isn’t

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second memory

as useful as the 10 o’clock news
elephant bread
circumscribe, routinize
Bad Advice Eonni
the immortals of your world
Invaders of Eden
the AWPer
Thousand-year-old sage
Empty B Tray

fake, dummy accounts
Midsummer’s night
Geography Hero
it’s the attack of the ex
sci-fi yuri manga
the Answer is in the Question
fast-forwarding through history
potato sauce
Retribution

quickened into one giant thunderclap
what was lost and what was found
AWPed to death
viruses and livestock
inexorable Answer, intractable Question
primordial Eldritch squid god
flashbang city
the wrath of heroes
fade away, like the stars, at dawn

reloading in the scope
selling convenience
blue-water cargo cult
societies racing into tomorrow
still stuck in the ’90s
from Constantinople to Venice
bouncing around in history
King Solomon could see the future
nade the smoke

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 6/29/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.