Inspired by Jane Yolen's poem of the day
Through this ocularum
the haggard priestess said
the future is revealed
or something like it
no guarantees; best not to look
This here was prized from
a mutant krill, whale killer
Leviathan saw deep
you can too
Last is best
the cosmologist's orb
her left; she saw round corners
of every kind
I chose that milky gelid thing
looked long through it
but saw only my own back
retreating thru
landscapes colorful and strange.
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