Accretion

Distorted images

Quivering on the surface

Of the chilly cavern wall

The place in which

We shiver

 

Virtual

Like Google cardboard

Three dimensional distortions

Of flatness

Residues of culture

 

Plato’s ghost hovers

On the craggy stone

A flimsy mirage

A philosophical

Reality

 

Accretion punctured

By stigmata

Holy wholly holey

Religion and academia

Make touchstones cold

 

Belief presented as fact

Landscapes infused

And confused

With religion

For gods sake

 

Touch the stone

Inhale its ferrous stench

Blast a hole

In the light wall

Expose the minerals, wetness, earth

 

The drone

Of academic egos

Offer glimmers of thinking

Like gasps of dying candlelight

Then gone

 

Let us be seated

In this darkest of places

Be present

In its chilly embrace

And accrete

 

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