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  hourglassvision

Tue, May 27 02:34 PM

The Orrery's Message

 

I sit and watch-alert I wait

she creeps up close without a trace

I feel her breath whisper our fate

and it's too late to negotiate

melting through our atmosphere

I see a shape form so slow, but sure

a translucent face is what then appears

she hastens the sand that mold the years

this vision warned me as I looked into her eyes

she preached an omen of a world soon to die

sent by the wisest mortal alive

the universe itself

a prehistoric legend the ancients told

of an impending end about to unfold

yet not the story with highways of gold

but the death of a planet thirteen cycles old

she relayed a message from an orrery

with broken gears and missing bolts

she wept for what seemed an eternity

if eternity wasn't now obsolete...

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Interesting bit of verse...

 

For some strange reason, this piece reminds me of Ozymandias.  Interesting.

               Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

                             - Percy Bysshe Shelley

(Oh, I suspect that your first, blank posting had been an error.  Just so you know, you do have the ability to delete it.)