"In Eridu everything was reduced to ruin, was wrought with confusion" - Lament of Eridu
You stick anyone in here these days They'd all keep phantom reaching In their pockets for a scrying mirror Jonesin' in the powder room
Segregation is natural But we're all colorblind in the struggle Pacing these halls Seeking or giving light Off a cigarette nub
Listening to the honking of geese Addicts have synchronized migration too We're allowed to walk the perimeter Haven't quite admired the leaves lately Changing late in the season - like me To that color given by the tears of the Heliades
Trying to recall the rules of Pinochle You'd forget too without playing a computer Always wanted to read the book of Mormon Only copy I can find is in Spanish
Consult notes I put on the back burner Hard to deep dive now without the mirrored walls That distract us all like Guy Montag's wife Before nuclear apocalypse
Doubt I'll find Nonnus' Dionysiaca here Can't make sense of Ovid's Phaeton The relation of Pazuzu To the 28,000 year rule of Alulim
Dragged down by Typhon In parallel myth Where the water fire is extinguished Return to the heavens
As above so below How the measurements of our rocket engines Can still be traced to Roman chariots In a long line of succession
Where is Eridanus in this terrestrial plane? The Istros/Danube of Hungary? The Padus/Po of Italy? Somewhere in the Celtic lands? - Funny how admired they were by the Romans When everyone's more familiar With the wartime propaganda Of certain periods Magnified by current academia
As below so above This River Hades counterpoint - As the ancients knew This mysterious supervoid Speculated to be a parallel universe Some gateway out of our material realm And these corporeal bodies
There doesn't seem to be anything here yet