Glyphs by Rob LittlerWould an ancient eye or eyes not
Look to these same skies in wonder, or
Better yet, with a knowledge
Surpassing today’s technology
In its simplicity—something just
Yet undiscovered, beyond this
Subliminally suggested experience?
And what if they are out there—those
Who came before—out among the stars
Pinging from one obelisk to another? Be
Prepared for things to turn out
To not be what is expected. (Under the Ocean
Secrets to this world are waiting.) Us, so easily
Bent to suggestion, so steered for the
Steering. Born to survive with nothing
But hope. Hope is as ancient as a stone, arranged.
10/13/2015 Posted on 10/13/2015 Copyright © 2025 Rob Littler
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