04-14-2024, 09:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-15-2024, 03:09 PM by RiverNotch.)
This whirlwind blowing us to and fro
is, in fact, a pillar of fire
we invoked, out here in the desert, by our
mere presence. That sun which cuts
across a cloudless sky
is, in fact, a gyre of buzzards
waiting for us to reach them. And those mountains
we've known since birth, we'd meant to reach
with our every step, our every invention:
the image of some distant gibber plains
and its refraction. We should have kept
to gathering dates and bugs, instead
of all your nonsense.
is, in fact, a pillar of fire
we invoked, out here in the desert, by our
mere presence. That sun which cuts
across a cloudless sky
is, in fact, a gyre of buzzards
waiting for us to reach them. And those mountains
we've known since birth, we'd meant to reach
with our every step, our every invention:
the image of some distant gibber plains
and its refraction. We should have kept
to gathering dates and bugs, instead
of all your nonsense.