This is the last known photo
of my amazing inter-galactic
multi-dimensional flying Ghia
and surf buggy supreme
it was taken immediately prior to it
hurtling into the milky way
leaving on its journey
‘cross the crystal galaxy
to travel to Talurus
to mine the golden god tears
that puddle and collect
very near the lapis covered
temple of temporal fire
at the cliffen’d base
of the pearl forests of argus major
all I know for perplexing certainty
is that following the day
my legendary magic Ghia
was to have reached its cosmic destination
star trader — after star trader — after star trader
began delivering me cases — upon cases
of gilded crystal teal tear fall
with notes to count clearly — and index
then prepare them for the prophesized return time
when the wealth of our small band of ghiaphytes
will be shared with joy and life-changing impact
among the fair and faithful who served well
despite incredible improbability
by waiting — believing — and holding to the truth
passed down ions upon ions by the ole volks
foretelling the coming
of a mysterious wonder wagon of dreams
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse