it’s always personal running through the airport it’s never just business it’s going to be a bad breakup consolidations, constrictions, contractions ginkgo and fig leaves this circle is really a square no reason to forgive Christmas 2019
it was a double-blind experiment rejection, ejection center of symmetry, center of gravity leaving and never returning when the continents were in different places for now, not forever nobody wants me who has the winner’s edit “you think you can do these things, but you can’t”
left up there, at the top of the world your brain running on a sine wave you’re a black belt a Soviet space dog Fortress Pillow rebuild our Edge, rebuild the New Kingdom one light to stave away the cold a nation that stretched across the top of Eurasia failed messiah; advent never arrives
dark forest, frozen lake, midnight sun the gifts of the air why should I celebrate failure to feel and to live alone platitudes that say nothing a thing that sounds like some self-help nonsense beautiful but incomprehensible we live on a diamond you only get one life
alluvial fans and alluvial plains a moment on the Other Side analyze it into the ground we live in a circle, mirroring each other
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 2/24/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular illustration is called “The Temptation of St. Anthony,” by Salvador Dali.
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.