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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Within the shadow of the crystal spires, Where plains are painted by the frozen fires, The field-logs track a monument of mass: The heavy monarch of the golden grass. Magnatropis vitreus is cataloged and known, A living fusion of the quartz and bone, A mountain walking on a six-fold frame Of polished obsidian that no tool can tame. Its segmented chassis, wide and heavily set, Is wrapped in a translucent exoskeleton net, A diamond-hard carapace, shimmering clear, Through which its strange organs and vitals appear. Its blood is a coolant of sapphire sheen, Pulsing through valves that are easily seen, While its eyes are bright clusters of compound gems— Red ruby lenses on low-slung stems— That do not track distance or predatory flight, But map out the currents of deep quantum light, Perceiving the drift of the space-time strand As it sweeps through the grass of the perfect land. Yet this titan of armor and crystalline skin Is not built for malice, for war, or to win; Its purpose is vital, a biological gear That stabilizes the local biosphere. Along its ribbed flanks, where the plates interlock, Are rows of deep pores carved like vents in a rock. It breathes in the nitrogen mists of the night, The volatile vapors that choke out the light, And filters the toxins through chambers of stone Deep in the vaults of its vitreous bone. With every slow breath of its massive domain, It breathes out sweet oxygen over the plain, A massive, organic, atmospheric pump, Clearing the air with each heavy-set thump. As it browses the plains where the light-flora grows, It crushes the minerals left by the snows, Its six grinding hooves tilling silicate sand To scatter the nutrients across the ground, A peaceful leviathan, quiet and grand, It is the gardener-beast as it moves around.
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