the roof of the world

a single thunderclap, out of nothing
an imbalance in knowledge
waveform collapse
a sunset, in my heart
told what to feel
back to the walled garden
the flash and the call
the monster behind the mask
Geography and History

keepers of old, lost knowledge
rolling thunder, in a roiling sky
Mithraic mysteries underground
unleashed when the Ice Age ended
breadcrumbs and hints throughout history
evolving along with viruses
a shout that echoes until there is silence
these feelings had to come from somewhere
the world had to stop for someone

a commitment to knowledge
AWP thunderclap
the power of the gods
1000-year old vampire
oracles and temples
the AI of the temple
the Answer is implicit in the Question
the present is just a thin film over history
heir of empires

before the smoke
rediscovered science, from ancient times
1000-year old supercomputer
frozen in the glaciers of the last Ice Age
the invention of symbolic thought
an echo boom across history
space telepaths
god of the sandstorm
the hierarchy of species

tales of ones who won and ones who lost
smile, like you used to
wear the thorns or wear the horns
allowed to feel your true feelings

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deep ice

wastelands of sand and decay
forgotten empires, in the desert
trash dreams
eel grotto cavern
through the veil
we came down from the sky
vampires never get old
the king of the bats
buried in Dark Atlantis

something primordial
ancient desert worm
the fountains that hold up the earth
pour out a vial of hatred
Godzilla-like “angel”
put the sky at your feet
the other world
eel hole grotto
stand in an ash circle

run-down ramparts, on the outskirts
all timelines, all parallel dimensions
a star and a cake
the Atlantean
almost beautiful
the sun is too bright
pain smiles
statues in the desert
bright winters

deserts are older
the 1000-year reincarnation of Indra
the sky is beneath you
dragons are supposed to fly
the breath of decay
1991. annus mirabilis.
springs left over from Eden
mourning for a lost probable future
Santorini, Greek mythology, and Atlantis

ruins, that weren’t really ruins at all
beyond the North
into the sandstorm
one cannot exist without a shadow

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 10/10/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.