Echoes of Gaia’s abstruse rituals
Celestial bodies engaged in a cosmic waltz, as
Lice-covered apes below
Indulge newfound curiosity
Pulling upwards, heads hitherto bent toward the soil
Seeking illusory connotations within these
Ethereal harbingers
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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"Lice-covered apes" 😱 Fascinating acrostic.
Damn! You were in your zone when you conceived this. Great entry, Matt!
As soon as I read "Obelisks" I immediately thought of "Obelisk The Tormentor" and for some reason Your poems not far off. It's like as mankind rose and star the stars dancing around us, if we're apart of that system hoe can we harness and pay tribute to such power, sort of like how some religions are formed. We got gods named after the sun, stars, and other cosmic bodies all the time yet connecting their power to us? How would You do that without an obelisk (ye' old Egyptian space antenna)?
Oh this is a joy, sir. Well done!