A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Shut In
The axis of heaven span light years
From vertex to vertex
A thousand cubits between light and darkness
Like a newborn emerging from the mouth of titanic Saturn
-In this place, thought is object
Object is only a dream
We gathered around the court to exchange
Twisted murmurs of hopeless consideration
And to dream of distant Carcosa
Sinking Atlantis
Where dreams can reach realization and
Time expires.
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