Inside their sandstorm palaces
lived the old Genii
They being the wisest placed great
value on sand.
They used only the best.
Whenever they made some.
because more is always good.
They ground it very fine and
they always squeezed the water out
with a nearby star
Sandstorm palaces always sparkled
with big sands and little sands of every color and shape imaginable
They treasured sand but sometimes gave away
little pieces to others who did not
value the ingenium sand.
The pieces they gave away were always broken or chipped
and they always got something in return.
the Genii were smart
and had more sand than anybody
Their sandstorm palaces were bigger and more beautiful
than anyones elses
Sand was priceless to them
like time
To insignificant others it is valued not so much.
They buy and sell it in insufficient quantities
and inferior qualities
They lived in metal cans
or god machines but someday
maybe they too would live in sandstorm palaces of pure ingenium .
The Genii and their demon children were ready for anything
and always enjoyed seeing it.
they had less responsibility
and alot more power
so life was always fun.
The marvelous sand collections
and ingenium grew bigger and bigger
and time would never stop.
Meanwhile a cat with a crumpled piece of paper
was learning topology in its purest
origami form
Unfortunatly the cat could not see the dot
that represented his universe,
or even comprehend the technology that had created his learning tool.
He was however very happy
and that was good.
A contest entry
- The Poet Begins Where the Man Ends by MysteriousWhisper.
400 points, ended September 25, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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