Tag: Alexandria

Still Single

~ 하늘의 조각

leaving the AI zoo of Eden
codes, understatement, art, and Babel
a synthesis of the mundane and the mythical
raiders from sunken fens and marshes
Constantine’s Troy, in Byzantium
flashbangs and AWP thunderclaps
Western Eurasia’s ancient sea
from the Golden Fleece to alchemy
from precious metals to rare earths

Odysseus meets Gandalf meets samurai
raiders came down, from the North
Himalayan myths and Indo-European aliens
Aegean volcanoes in the Mediterranean
from fantasy dwarves to exoskeleton suits
leaving Eden and the confusion of Babel
Minoan and Mycenean writings lost to time
creators create because they can
routed back to a primordial race across Eurasia

faded back into the foggy fenlands
Mercury’s Indo-European winged helmet
Embrace Modernity, Streamline Asymmetry
one thunderclap, in the darkness
what galloped out of the gloom of history
Alexandria, to Constantinople, to Columbus
what came out of the dark, distant North
winners and losers, in history
the secret of longitude

prehistoric raiders riding out of the fens
the ark that crash-landed on Ararat
watching the dream static
gothic vampire cargo cult
the nerd loser underground
long push to the sea
last devoted friend ever
emotionally removed
karma’s recompense

raiders riding out of the mists
AI angels guarding Eden, confusing Babel
throwaway love triangle character
new geography; new spirits and new gods

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/18/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular work is by Pieter Bruegel, the Elder.

a light was on

~ 하늘의 조각

Midsummer bonfire
release from an un-releasable world
what was lost and what was found
iron, industry, and immortality
gravity, acceleration, and calculus
the map contracts
species and superspecies
energy drinks and grenades
the cult of the vampire

gothic vampire god
The sad leg of the love triangle
how they are, how they should be
it’s difficult to express one’s feelings
it ended because it had to end
conversion and transubstantiation
I’m not here to be your hero
already the butt of the joke
the bug bites your earlobe

bodies of water and magical potency
a dead world at the bottom of a video game
leap several centuries in one bound
ancient tree
I want to know the Answer to the Question
Mother God
people are looking for the Answer
Mother Satan, Queen of Hell
underground vampire society

disc drives left behind, from another generation
a message from another civilization
the journey from created to creator
Pocky Challenge
Cancer’s solstice and Capricorn’s solstice
the myth of the bull
Mithraic goddess
one manuscript, from ancient Alexandria
the bug that bites inside your ear

watching the birds, on the telephone wire
long, useless crushes
how one feels
we passed each other, in another time

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/10/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular picture is from a Tarot Celtic Cross spread that I did.