Posted on 12/27/2001 2:04:17 PM PST by Sabertooth
As a New Year approaches and an old one wanes, we think about the passage of time. Yet this year seems different, because a more profound change occured to our time back on September 11th. More than any recent New Year's Eve, that date looms ever larger as marking the birth of our current millenium.
But what, exactly, is different? We're at war, but we've been there before, and wars end.
It seems there must be something else, something underlying and overarching our world that went unnoticed in that earlier time. And something occurred to me...
Chronoglyphics
I.
Here hush In days like these, the soft din swells
A silent voice resolves within the waves,
And epicentral, everywhere, it tells
Of currents and recurrence wombs and graves.Between the echoes under whispers, much
Is hidden, little heard, and some is dream.
Swift ears may sift true silences and touch
The babbling drift of time's relentless stream.What mythic pool has this way overflown,
Precipitated from what endless deep?
What History engulfs all we have known,
And sweeps us to what certain, secret keep?When memory and prophecy cohere,
They flood the tides that lap across our sphere.
II.
Awareness to the surface realm is steep;
The broken waters mirror sacrifice.
Awakening from rems of liquid sleep,
Our daylight drops between the fire and ice.As waters eddy 'round a stone in draught,
And ebon flows of void will sluice some matter,
So time will wake about a turn of thought
So myth moves from a moment's gravid patterDark origins and ends still ripple space.
What notes the light year where you'd find your star?
What marks true meaning of our time or place?
How do you know just where and when you are?By gravity and surge the clever steer
The spiral to abyss is ever sheer.
III.
Like vagabond ellipses planets trace,
The dancing sprites of ions shell their ova.
White dwarfs and blood red giants haunt our race
What atom's eve might light a supernova?Look through the shallow tension of modernity
And plumb the spinning depths down under time:
The quirks and quarks and shards of far eternity
All overwash the present pantomime.Our conscience is a dream without a slumber,
Where chronons seep and stream from hidden wells.
Whose watch elapses ours without a number,
Where scrolling singularity indwells?A clarity springs silently, and near.
True myth is drawn within us. Listen Hear?
I. Timestream
II. Where and When
III. Myth Within
Hope you enjoy.
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I'd love to see those poems.
Can FR handle all the hits you'll get?
We'll see. :-)
First rate job, ST.
Dangerously close to the puntal abyss.
You're just having pun with us, aren't you?
Can we???
Great piece, Sabertooth, I think. Will require multiple readings and much thought to grasp its entirety. Thank you, I sense you were inspired.
excellent.
thanks for sharing, sabertooth.
timestream ... somehow i thought of "in entropy's jaws," a short story by robert silverberg, when i read that.
I didn't think one could post such language on FR.
I'll likely have more to say later, but whether it's commentary, poetry, or fiction, I'm not sure.
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