Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Moai of Now

The Moai of Now
I have stood upon my Ahu in the navel of the world for more than 500 years. All of Worldtime spreads out before me and breathes as I breathe. My serpent queen whispers visions to me and murmurs like the ocean at my back. My trees are beautiful in spring and lay shattered in autumn. I have watched your wars, seen the Mayor of Space die and yet be reborn many times. Now, my queen informs me it is time. Time for us to once more walk across the earth like thunder.

Pen on Paper
From the collection of M. Crawley

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