{"id":9164,"date":"2015-04-17T09:00:09","date_gmt":"2015-04-17T13:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/?p=9164"},"modified":"2015-04-22T10:09:34","modified_gmt":"2015-04-22T14:09:34","slug":"a-tale-of-samarkand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/a-tale-of-samarkand\/","title":{"rendered":"A Tale of Samarkand"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“It’s so dark, where am I?” came her words of distress
\nMiriam wasn’t supposed to be blind
\nIt was a weather stricken condition she’d learned to detest
\nThe gods of the Kyzyl Kum desert were to blame for it
\ngoing out into oblivion to escape invading hordes was dangerous
\nThe hottest day of the year took her vision & strangled it
\nHeat exhaustion caused a stroke, even fleas were coughing, comatose
\nwhen she whispered pleas, walls erected –
\nthe green Earth shut its contents… armaments of darkness flowed
\nExiled to the shadows; the muted springs of nowhere
\nwhile her husband was busy stargazing, she’d sit in her oak chair
\nEvery ounce of the visual spectrum so bare it blacked out Samarkand
\nObservatories… colorful oases – flat out departed, the sparseness
\n“I know it’s hard for you, but the family is here with you, dear.”
\nsaid her husband, Tiberias, his grayish beard full of tears
\nThey went out on a caravan that week, and when the day turned to night
\nA passing star illuminated their site – they were serenaded with atriums of light
\nMiriam was withdrawn from the festivities,
\nShe lamented “I’ve no longer a taste of this life.”
\n“Nonsense!” Tiberias assured her, clasping her shoulders
\nas he looked out into the glittering heavens & sniffed the natural aromas
\nHe wholly praised the vastness of culture expanded by astronomy
\nputting names to planetary formations & galaxies in catalogs greater than Ptolemy’s
\n“I’ll invent a contraption so my wife can see again,” he wrote in his journal
\nUsing reflective glass pieces, the constellations, adjoining telescopes in a circle
\nword even traveled to Genghis Khan who overheard about this undertaking
\nHe said “Your love for your wife is the stuff of legend. I’m but your humble patron..”<\/p>\n

Genghis gave Tiberias rare celestial maps that had the Persians intrigued
\n“Incorporate them into your master work, and your wife will surely be pleased”
\nAfter 75 days of meticulous handiwork, shaping and crafting
\nThis ancient contraption became as famous as the day of the Sabbath
\nHe constructed a holographic embroidery of crystals and aimed it at Miriam’s face
\nHer eyes, though inanimate, were suddenly filled with the farthest reaches of space
\nShe could see the sparkling majesty of the cosmos in that instant; indeed alive!
\nThen they danced under the starlit sky, feeling a mutual love from deep inside<\/p>\n

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Erik Moshe is an aspiring lyricist from Hollywood, Florida. His book shelf may get dusty at times, but he finds it okay, since the universe is dusty and it can be quite eventful. He recently finished a poetry collection about robotics and the future. Find him at TheCentersphere.yolasite.com where he weaves words in unconventional, bizarre fashion.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“It’s so dark, where am I?” came her words of distress
\nMiriam wasn’t supposed to be blind
\nIt was a weather stricken condition she’d learned to detest
\nThe gods of the Kyzyl Kum desert were to blame for it
\ngoing out into oblivion to escape invading hordes was dangerous
\nThe hottest day of the year took her vision & strangled it
\nHeat exhaustion caused a stroke, even fleas were coughing, comatose
\nwhen she whispered pleas, walls erected –
\nthe green Earth shut its contents… armaments of darkness flowed
\nExiled to the shadows; the muted springs of nowhere
\nwhile her husband was busy stargazing, she’d sit in her oak chair
\nEvery ounce of the visual spectrum so bare it blacked out Samarkand<\/p>\n

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