Dune

it's optical to think how
much is lost in translation
and just where a reader will
center their own convergence

although it's all here
flattened and densely written
so many countless dimensions
to me incomprehensibly sacred

such metaphors are often literal
and I've tried to paint a picture
with a timeless resolution
for seeing can take a lifetime

and archetypically exposed
I've got in me an apt prototype
downstream from an invisible lineage
there is no final name for me yet

thus mirroring the frames in sight
I have only bittersweetly laughed
for I've watched my Venus constellate
onto Victorian-sized narrative arcs

the local terrain is barren, it is
an ill-disguised wasteland, much so
that anthropic cogs and Gemini wheels
are a welcome rival to carbon cognition

yet before every chance of a drop
in whatever body of water in reach
I've answered my own echo in another
I've been a stranger with an open hand

and for that I am now so full
not one vision binds me to Arrakis
for this place is a wanting analogy
its wailing is its chosen prophecy

so it has been an only flower
that I proudly water on my own
because it is so sacred
only God would know