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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required PROLOGUE Umpteen billion years Big Bang, supernova, gas Brief eclipse of time Gases swirling, fall Sun and planets, water, goo Brief eclipse of time Another billion life, amoeba, fishes swim Brief eclipse of time Movement, change and flux slither, crawl, climb, walk and talk Brief eclipse of time Ra, Sol, Helios, Mithra and the Mighty Eye Brief eclipse of time Life begins and ends birth, joy, laugh, cry, death, and dust Brief eclipse of time Waves cleave seas, shores, skies forever folding, pulsing Brief eclipse of time CHRONICLE The Mighty Eye begins to slip and slowly sink, (unfocused, stained, diffuse) while frizzled waves imbibe her searing tears, with salted languid lips. The Mighty Eye, now weary, thin, is gazing through the frozen cracks, as sundry straying clouds, bloated, sidle feebly by and wax their billowed tracks upon the heated sky, and cool the rush of rolling waves beneath the blotted sky. The waves (impaled on time and space inside me), gently tumbling aging pebbles and lifeless shells across the shifting sands, seem unaware as they once again arise to greet the Mighty Eye, to close the Mighty Eye, to snuff the Mighty Eye. But then again, perhaps the waves are well aware indeed, yet simply unconcerned and feel no need to care. For, as the frazzled froth is rushing forward madly towards the sandy shores beyond, before retreating slowly, then careening brashly forth ahead again, eternally, it matters little if the Mighty Eye will cast her blazing glance from high above, or else retire for the night, kissed sweetly by the liquid lips of distant faithless waves in a brief eclipse of time. Continued in Part 2
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