Eurasia – Page 7 – A Piece, of the Sky

fluffing the edges
what was lost at Santorini
sea lane veins in the Dardanelles
lost secrets of Minoan Knossos
forgotten mysteries of history
just another pig in the sty
just more tears to cry
poverty of thinking
from euphoria comes clarity

and suddenly the fog lifted
listening to the rain, fall at night
summer beach wind
live your life out loud
bail out and fail out
blackening, reddening, whitening
the handsome blue, of the evening
the creation of god
angels are, by definition, fiery

late-night rain wind
New Wave mumbling
broke free of the body
see love, at the bottom of a wine glass
the rush and the tide of history
sci-fi future and fantasy past
summoning summer emotions
the limits of the human entity
reworked back to “god”

still asking for worth and approval
god of the rain wind
One star, one heavenly city
digital past; only one future
met your future self already
contradictory feedback loop
the origin of the Indo-Europeans
lost to prehistory and the early earth
still searching for the Answer

loneliness and strangers
what was known – and then un-known
abandoned by history
one thunderclap, racing through time

in the memer age
an inscription, half-erased, on a temple
the luxury of zooming out
like the map of Eurasia
can only be learned in pieces
missing words and audio loops
forgotten sound bites
where do ideas come from
think in full sentences

convenience goods, and economies
the most important thing we can do
first does not always equal best
empires of steel
Mother Demeter
Big solstice energy
the ultimate Answers lost to prehistory
lost beings of the last Ice Age
where you are and when you are

from Scandinavia to the Balkans
roast duck and spiced ham
what they found in the ice
secret societies and lost lands
millions of years until boars, fishhooks
Iron Age Constantinople
Sun deity messiah
Jurchens and Janissaries
the dying and reborn goddess

unsolved mysteries of linguistics
obvious results, without obvious causes
a long time of nothing, until something
The Flying Bike
Exceptionally no
a cosmic waiting game
I am the nade king
empty golf ball planet
keep our economy boiling

looking through the red dot
nade the smoke
final thunderclap; last rain
share the inheritance of the gods