after 7,000 years
of gazing in the clear pool
of the worthy court of poppies
I, absolute nomad,
from a mountainous region
from a land similar to a black hole
from a land whose flag has turned florescent orange
decorated with an alteric onion
from a land of audacious headstones
experiencing the wakening heat of the mehdi
from a land at once both curved and square
had a troubling thought
perhaps I shouldn't look in clear pools
perhaps it would be more fun
if I were something else
a fragment of a Mudigak jar
made of clay and disapproval
a widening contrast
shushing already the imperial birthday card
succumbing to the motionless couch of delight
the impassioned law of emulation
from Verethragna
god of the end of the age