Poem in Progress

The following is a rough extract from a poem I'm working on as part of a larger project for my creative writing project. I imagine it will look quite different when it is done, and it will be a lot longer. I post it here merely as an example of the kind of work I'm trying to take seriously at the moment, since most of what this blog is is a break from seriousness, and a place to put things that I don't really care about. I'm sort of going against that in this post, but not really, because this poem is by no means complete, nor am I entirely certain whether it will end up in the final compilation. Anyways, might as well give you the poem.

In one dream, we explored the sea,
played in its shallows, scoured its depths
Humbobs, makers of ropes
designed fleets of fortresses
so big that we could cover the edge of the world
just like the entrances of our houseboats.
Young jorns climbed the ropes
up into the sun and down into the abyss
We ate the airy fruit, swallowed the dense bread,
and danced to the scrolls of all-is-oneness.
Six vectors belonged to the kings of us
but scant record of the seventh remains.

Now we are a valley people,
though we still wander, the seventh vector is our anchor.
I don’t know if we ever had hearts
when we were being born in the sea.
And the entrance to the abyss is not known,
even though the Scurbdads strung their guidestrings.
The leading twines are cut, the supporting lines are tangled,
and we don’t know the way to heaven or hell.
We call out in the voices of birds,
and we have learned how the echoes answer:
“Go back. I am a solid wall.”
“Turn around. I’m just the ground.”