Image Nation

In multi-numbered pans of vision

Images just beneath the surface

In a pool of flickering waters

Are like gilded pledges, melted in a seductive light,

And offered upward to the surface as a prescience

(And brilliant units of communal offering.)

We count each coin as a blind desire for blessings

That seek a new dimension of expression

Of this, a quite Remarkable Rendition of Chance -

Wishing wells in the name of Fate,

(Knowing these all but empty vessels do sail,)

Sail only between the more certain Citadels

Their ghostly cargoes bubbling in the banks

Of our exquisitely fashionable Imaginations -

And this magnificence somehow breaks into seconds

What took Time, (as Creator,) eons to recognize

Frame by frame, into the manifest.., by frame.