#39 A.U.C. 2773

As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.

 

I always dreamt of Timbuktu

And the ancient messages

That never made their way

To our ears

 

I always dreamt of Alexandria

And the light

That they said never disappeared

 

And the hanging gardens of babylon

How’d a new king come by

And compare his own lawn

His own take

His own gardeners

His own rake?

 

I always dreamt of dreams in other dimensions

In other high preventions

And particle caterstrophes

And animosities between the different sexes

And sculptures made of material

I’d never seen before

With senses

I’d never even felt before

 

And what did it take back in the day

To not want to rush

And just let the sand

Sit between your toes

Or the green just be lush

And nothing on the other side

I never had nightmares of wanting more

 

And I never had nightmares of things I didn’t adore

And that seems to be constructive philosophy

In some obvious ridiculous wmanner

But my little bones don’t have the capacity for tragedy

At least, maybe they did

And the only way to deal with it was to grow around it

So it sits in the marrow now

Somewhere

 

With all those fragments of sleepy heady-ness

 

And now here I stand

And maybe I’ll go visit a place or two

See what’s what

“Cause whispers never scary well

And civilisations and centuries

Never ended well

This shouldn’t even be 2020 anyway

 

Like

Why did we have to start AD?

Who gives a shit about one dude who may or may not have been born 2000 years ago?

That’s not where modernity started

Or the new age

Or whatever you want to classify history into

But that’s the thing

We like to pick and choose

And only turn the pages in certain ways

So some places are passed by

And some cradles are left to crumble

And some thoughts were said but chose not to be heard

And man

That’s absurd

That’s just bloody absurd

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This is 2773

 

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