Psephos Sphaera (When Pebbles Meet Our Perfect Spheres)
"When we have
won the battle for the West, the West lives on only in the romance of our
dreams..." The Pe Sla
"I have seen
between your ears, Daydreamer. Grown man
in escape, genius child creative yet half lost while craving our higher child's
essential play."
The Pe Sla
L. Edgar Otto 21 December, 2012
There are mountains,
valleys, lakes & islands, yet no rivers
Each city is the
mouth into the past or future, each living system far from equilibrium its own
era, jurisdiction
From beginnings
imagined at the heights to the seeking downward where the oceans fall off into
greater seas
The rising, sinking
tides & shifting shores divide the world sideways from the glaciers to the
expanding boiling
Bottomless salty
shadows beyond the end where crystals meet in delayed cycles to seed the rain, beget new worlds
Half & double bet
marquis against the bank, unknot or cleave infinities we prime creators of no
secondary fantasies
What persists passed
on are our symbols & the names
lesser gods on high
give down their frames and games
Some are drawn to top
of the world, pole stars & mountains
Others to the freedom
of unknown frontiers sailing out to sea
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