L'aura del Campo

Belle figura [185]

Belle figura

Etched in limestone
you rise from seas
a fossil from Ages of Discovery,
times when you were worshiped
across Eternity, bound only by your vision.
Oh, how they invoked your many names—
a pantheon of gods and goddesses
fashion from grey clays of darkness
you brought forth into light.
But I always knew who you were, Zmitri.
I saw your visage behind the many masks,
your footprints strewn across
the continents of land, the bathtubs of the seas,
your hand-prints disguised to all but me.
Now all the monuments they made
have turned to dust, but what you thrust
upon this spinning void remains
a vast domain obscured by swirling life
preserved in fossils, pressed in tomes,
still etched in limestone, rising.

© Kåre Enga [174.185.zm] (22.juli.2017)

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