What like this
could brick and mortar build?
What effigy
could flesh and bone enshrine?
From the deep places
to the lost horizon,
dreams may come.
Cornerstones of syllables.
Pavement of a conscious mind.
Army of a vast array,
spreading out over time.
Building an empire of words.
Conquering one idea
at a time.
Illuminating the realm
and bringing order
to the chaos of life.
Ignoring the boundary,
smashing through defenses.
Overwhelming the current
by sheer force of will
and desire to make it real.
No stone shall stand.
No nature shall endure.
Only the inevitable wave
of concerted effort
and imagination.
Call it, “Divine Reign.”
Call it continuity
of what has always been,
merely embracing a new form.
Never could gold shine so.
Never could gemstones glow.
Never could a king
have such fine and flowing robes.
An empire of words.
Just one at a time.
Spreading out,
like oil poured upon
the still water.
Keep it coming.
This,
ever encroaching armada.
Seeing as much
of this reality
as is possible.
HG – 2022
