The solar macula on the retina of the firmament, brushed by pre-emergent deciduosity. Where lies the end?
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Behind the Curtain
The overhead power pulls back as a drawn curtain revealing the stage of decay, reclamation, and renewal. Soon the verdant will conceal Homo history and abandonment.
The back way
Down the tumbledown path it’s the backway home. Home, the place of sanctuary. Late in the day, we see the remnants of the rotational cycle highlighting the distance but here in the shade it is a pleasant view.
Gothic
Ritual history of prior production now reclaimed and presumed lost. Until the bulldozers arrive. Nothing will withstand the nonsapient Homo, swimming in the pond of desire. Until the lillies in the pond, which double every day, fill half the pond. Watch out!
Upstanding
All the markers of success, a house unit in a suburb with sidewalks and a convenient home of the invisible sapience. It is needed to be central as this relieves the wings of the necessity, replacing the mind with the ritual. And for many that is probably the best that can be hoped for. Should one celebrate or despair? Where are the children?
Awaits
Branches on the sky, or the heavens revealed through the imperfections in the material overhead. Soon the gaps will close and only glimpses of what is above will be seen.
The March
Inexorable movement to the end of the scarred heaven A guard erected by moral superiors to stop sapient action. In the end, The Four are dimly seen, notice of what is to follow.
