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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