Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Plea bargain


Their life’s journey is a treasure quest,
tough to solve for any X
with all the mortal obstacles.

They hunt for hints by feeling
for warmth on fingertips, and continents.
Not coming near a single solid clue
that was graspable within 
the fingered seams of coast.

Their tokens stacked tall,
They have amassed considerable ease
and yet

Nothing seemed more natural
Than making maps with more
movable lines, theoretical angles
and following the footsteps before
like ants
Inevitable colonizing, war was natural.

The wrong place at the right time.
Mountains make them move another way,
the learning left no trace

Of the gilt progress. 



Image credit(ed) By Jacob d'Angelo after Claudius Ptolemaeus[1] Nicolaus Germanus (www.polona.pl), Cosmographia , 1467 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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