the temple stands, below the waves in a world of drowned godlihood-- the hooded figures billowing in the water seaweed growing in the shade; this sunken village with its central pole of radiation from each orbit, it spits neutrons and stabilizes; the human affair with all its clawmarks and hits shows a fundamental education of this sterling city, deep shadows cast as the ships pass above, stirring the kelp in this lost city, this palace, this home.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 10:23:47 +0000