Your Seed

 

"Roam the Space Realm of Portals

(also known as Black Hole Horizon).

You will find the designated zoom.


"And believe me, you will survive,

with our proven mathematical rates,

which itself simulates eternal grace.

 

"Not to tease you, but the nymphs

of time might indeed take your seed,

to spread into transcendent dreams.

 

"Never forget your task: to destroy

the grotesque lizards straight to oblivion.

Make them perish in a whiff of wind."

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Part two, following Reptiliansss, of this development.

Rather than simply updating what's already been posted,

I am taking Starward's suggestion to make it a series,

which grants a higher likelihood for it even to be seen.

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Thank you for posting this

Thank you for posting this next part, and for the mention in the notes to the poem.  Two of your phrases, in this poem, struck me as particularly brilliant (and could even expand into poems of their own) "proven mathematical rates" and "nymphs of time."  I hope you are particularly pleased with those two lines.  The poem extends the backstory, and raises some more questions that, in its coy way, it leaves unanswered, for the reader to ponder, especially in expectation of the next part.  As for your comments about the poem being seen, it will be seen; but, more importantly, it is already appreciated.  


Starward

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You build me up

Thanks to you, I can better enjoy my own writing---

receiving your gracious comments on the standard of poetry---

rather than feel insufficient as a burdened self-doubter.


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