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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads. All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue, guided along invisible paths, crown heads perspiring, chanting and glancing down on marching, mechanical arms, then worrying as they scurry along infinite, crisscrossing paths - at once so ordered and so unfathomably chaotic. Drums are rolled by hurrying feet dictating the race of mankind. A metropolis looms, adorned by a billion shimmering jewels - electric jewels - and an apparition sways over the bustle, silently watching, silently floating. Giant chutes proudly puff out plumes of nightly black and devils forged in impure fire do rise to the heavens above, graced by the blessings of the industrial revolution, in turn blessing humanity with progress, imperceptible except as phlegmatic gasps and the whiff of crisp green paper, distinguished by wizened faces and packed in neat bundles. Bulbous, aged fingers do trace from within the sanctum sanctorum of a temple aged a thousand years, charming, charming patterns of jewels in intricate, frozen dance, carving out hexagons of perfect symmetry from wearily cut marble windowsills. The work of a thousand splendid hands preserved by the unseen, dusty hands of time did render the mosque palatial, its beauty heavenly. The admiring eyes sing hymns praising the architecture, alas they are blind, for the marble, white as angelic wings, is grey now. The scientist appears, eyes hidden by thick glassy cubicles yet shining through, lit by the endless pursuit of knowledge and equally burdened by numbers, figures, notes and the maddening myopia of man. On the screen appears, against fresh white charming, charming patterns of red, green and blue sinking downward, worryingly as it would seem, his uninflected pleas let in through one ear, instantly shunted out through the next by the populace, to whom the music of modernity rings sweeter. First Place, Charming Patterns Poetry Contest Date: 16th October 2021
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