Gaia Putti

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When the Earth was young.

Submitted: September 28, 2019

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Space in the dreamless aeons of infinity's sleep

Compression-ignition

Centrifugal force

O yea . . . genesis . . . Aum!

 

Jettisoned are we

Like oily tadpoles

Our skull-windows, bulbous and licorice black - reflect our kaleidoscopic horizon

Agog, we are humbled by the nuclear eye of day

O cherubs of the God-pearl atlas

We soar - we gyre - newborns on the eddies of the cirrus vault

Our wings spread, flap, our gilded trumpets sound

We herald, we beckon the marrow of clouds to ripen those fledgling kingdoms below

We doff our laurel crowns - pucker and praise falsetto the omniscient Rex - Architect of this azure globe fat on all history's rain!

 

O hail the dawn of His scaly gargantua . . .

When doughy blobs of lizards bounce buoyantly from amphibian treacle

Rejoice - we pirouette on Earth's sultry breath atop Her most ancient canopy

For here lies the brethren of soquoias - forefathers of air!

Ye mammoth trees - oaky with anchored braids:

Looms, spindles - coniferous lungs weaving aerobic yarns into sky's invisible tapestry . . .

For the future of feathers and birdsong!

 


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