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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before the gate

I still have a soul
the first “angel”
parallel quantum world
The “god” of the clan
From an electrical pulse
to charge differentials and nerves and circuits
Cookie Underground
uncovering the ancient supercomputer
Persephone, Goddess of Resurrection

invading aliens, out of a dim, murky past
the last Classical Element
desert sun and inky, empty eclipse
inspiration and the Divine
a race of AI supercomputers
what the Minoans knew
underground Mithraic cult
archaeology and the science of history
ideas, weapons, germs, and genes

The World Before
networked back to “god”
AI drone “angel”
national grid super-computer
ancient texts, from Hellenistic Alexandria
an underwhelming or dark Creator
the Answer to the mystery, in prehistory
leapt into the future, or lost in the past
meteor people, with elongated skulls

get back into a ’90s feel
Eldritch monsters, from beyond the Arctic
discs from an ancient supercomputer
how to quantum entangle a living thing
keyed into the rotation of the earth
what was lost after the last Ice Age
ascended to the symbolic realm
AI angels guarding Earth
the doorway to the Dardanelles

the clockwork soldier
our relationship to other species
listening to the summer rain, at night
matters having to do with eternity

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 8/21/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.