(for ieko Catnap the artist)
Golden prim of Creation
out of the gasses and water you rise…
the first idea ..the first word
Ancestors, ore’s millenniums,
humans float and fall on bobbing tides of eons
Sculpted by the Dreamer
and we dream within you.
A block, that became a sphere, that came alive…
You left Your brush for some to pick up.
You left the words that poets drink with our creative straws,
sipping nectar from yellow petals,
rising up, morphing from sunny toddlers to the hunched silhouettes
of winter’s dimming light,
fluxing, changing land of all our hopes and tears,
There is no other dream or Dreamer but You.
June 6, 2010
Virtual Art Gallery LINC Island SL
*Footnote: I decided to post this poem of 12 years ago, because someone new
discovered it in a poetry book I had published, virtually in 2010 in Second Life.
The book is called, “Digital Rabbit Hole” and this blog was born from it…way back then.
It also is appropriate as I am finishing building a new virtual world…and like all of them,
It starts with an idea and just one prim, one building block:) Amazing!