Temporal archaeology discusses the cosmos,
dissecting, directing and flooding our circuits
with a panoply of round figures destined to intimidate
and eventually sink into their built-up condominiums.
Sheep lift their heads as the grass ripples.
Originally posted to Wharved: 10/12/2012
Author: Aidan Badinger
I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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