This shape came upon view
A ship of antiquity
Silent - as a prayer’s felicity.
An object appearing new
Yet, the illusion was untrue
Afloat upon incarnadine sea
As the winds wailed against the lee.
Euripides scripts the tragedies
Telling of skeletons and scree
Of plays in poetry and degree,
Schemas and sense of geometry.
Dreams with vespertilian wings.
The bat in the belfry sings
While Euclid’s hand defines
The conforms and the confines
Where universal lines
Are undistinguished through time
And the good ship hauls away all rhymes.
(image AI-generated)
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