Simple Theories

  Anyway . They came up with something called poetry, bless the gods or martians. It was meant as an actual transference, with time indicated by musical notes or at least a sonic imitation of interest.  Well now .The web in which poetry could be constructed would slightly envelope those trained to perceive it, or somehow they would join factions and enumerate active participation in something called language, tho the instigating gods and martians really weren’t that tuned in to the repercussions of such assumptions and fever of sighing.  So anyway . Flowers could be seen disporting in crisp morning light, their fragrance would saturate certain words, and people would become goodlooking, moments at a time. Yes, there was only one ‘time’, sloppily edited by something called  perchance , which caused a burdensome dependence on catching the so-called glimmers of what the gods and martians swore were not essences, merely clock ticks in the eternal classroom.  But rea...

  Larks in morning brightness, no one talks. Glistening field and being there in time. Our appointment has been harvested. The directive stays clear and worth the many steps to. Love will still be, aftermath of before. All remaining notes will band together and on the song will go.

  An ancient king, Sargon—not just dust but a placid framework—built himself into present ages as a necessity. And who said “Sargon, don’t think negatively. Your negations mean a world”. We see it all the time, the straining words, the sense of prologue to a brightly undefined fitfulness called The Future. Sargon built walls, sure sign of eminence. He could not reject space because he filled. The rally of his greatness lasts and lasts, as he could tell you in sacred cuneiform. How epic the way time embraces everything including beginnings and ends, and the idea of brimming. Sargon began as a wee enterprise, far from floral or residual, yet after floating downstream, he rose. The Standard Inscription of Assurnasirpal II dressed for the afterlife. And then a map of the Akkadian Empire. All this produced walls, mighty walls, and explicit ziggurats, commerce. A reliance on community invoke the cursory imagination. Trammels replaced trammels, blood seeded blood. History wrote the gods a...