Ruined Artifact
Amidst the machine roar
Even silence becomes bionic,
Speaking to the ghosts of androids.
They cover me with an ocean of glances;
It sails through the firmament
To swallow me into motionlessness.
Even the breeze has departed,
Leaving the gloom of gears
To jerk aberrantly over and under:
Side-winding corkscrews
That play through the night.
Cassette-tape-grace / ink-spliced glow
Fuming jar of fiery flies.
Covered, revealed,
Extinguished.
My recycled phosphorescence
Barricades majesty.
Horrors unsealed to frolick,
To etch robotic tragedies in agate.
I snap awake in the center of a ruined temple.
My glimmering hands are stone
Melding into a mainframe
Made of comet dust.
Surrounding me,
Pillar-stumps covered by patina over dynasties
Dancing their exorbitant demise.
I'm an artifact that crumbles at the touch
Reconstructed in the dream,
Reenacted in the flesh.
Poetry
Written by
@d-pend on 5/16/18
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Art by
AntonKurbatov
.1 — "Da'nuie Basin" [cropped]
2 — "Liquid Wardens"
3 — "Scientific Misadventure"
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