Aaron Graham

Rookie - 19 Points (02/25/1986 / Glenrock, WY)

Magi On The Frontier - Poem by Aaron Graham

The Weak Corner of a Picture's Splintered Frame
Part III ~ Magi on the Frontier
The raw edge of this Attic land that managed
To carve but a small notch in the Aether.
For a civilization that could not survive-
Today's trial- to see
Tomorrow's promises fulfilled. Are remembered,
In terms of yesterday's antiquity
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.
From the barren, failed culvert's desolation
To the resting place of tired deities
To a dead and dying frontier;
Forms a triangle, and if a triangle
Create the base of a pyramid,
Ziggurat- housing sizzling, cryptic serpents
Their voice echoes in the ear of my Genesis, 'Zanadu! '
Reminding only of what I've failed to create
With my temporal words.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 8, 2013

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