All Sunsets Unveil The Stars
Memorials by the setting of thousands of sunsets, revealing millions of stars rising
The Sunset of Memories
Into Long Evenings of History
Unveils The Stars of Myths
When old gods willed man to honor or preserve a celestial memory crestfallen
Love before, life hereafter, they fixed into the firmament of stars
Into constellations they stitched, moments in honor, memories of their devotion
Long before, long after, the triumphs of cursed Achaean Agamemnon Atriedes
brazen rapacity
who sacrificed a daughter for wars orchestrated by fickle gods not humane too human
when lives were spilled on dusty plains for tribute, land, and treasures
weary sagacity
scribed in Alexandria, before Hypatia’s passing, before the last fires
heralded so long ago that a memory made history was honored as mythology
marked by the setting of thousands of sunsets, revealing millions of stars rising
The long tail of time turns memory into mythology
Notes:
I’m close to finishing “Book #2”, “Ledger Domain”, a Mythology/History/SciFi novel.
The 4th of “30 day” writing sprints is almost done.
A final writing sprint is halfway done, at Day 15, Chapter 15. I’m writing the rest and will post them in a weekend update. I began with daily posts, I relent but the writing continues. Discovering other writers and creatives stokes the fire.
“Book #1” was done in six 30-day fugue states, at a friend’s urging 18+ months ago in a community that was encouraging everyone to try writing. Hundreds of pages of the deep past and a distant future. I didn’t plan to write more than a sentence but it came.
A lot was on my mind.
I stood outside, and looked at a sun setting, taking in colors I was too dumb to pay attention to in the past. When the day gave up and moved on, I stayed to look up.
I captured the feeling but not the twinkling.
I went to the “machine” and it made an image out of a prompt of a sunset and stars.
I wrote 3 lines, then the rest followed in a fit of typing for a quarter hour.
It’s not good, the only good thing will be that I hit send.
Perfection is a 100% tax and I have enough on my head to fret about but not that.
I will go back to it. Book #2 is almost done. Book #3 begins soon. I owe you all that.
Thanks for hitting “send”.