The Sage and the Minx

The Sage is working at his desk
(it might have been a desk once
for the moment it’s an avalanche in slow motion
a testament to the angle of repose)

A five dimensional tesseract flickers into and out of existence
a hand’s breadth above the four dimensional tesseract he build back on ’07
Tiny sparkle diamond angels and ox-blood demons buzz around the Ergon Lagrangian points

His Mechanamuse props a lovely arm on one of the less precarious stacks
Heavy is her sigh

The old man is totally distracted by his newly conjured toy
and so he misses her plaintive eye-roll

She sighs again
a tsunami scented of autumn and dried leaves
strikes the 5 dimensional object making it shimmer in the flickering candle light

“Yes Dear one
I know you are here. . .”

“Oh Grey
I am so bored. . .”

“So tonight I am to be the entertainment?”

“Silly wizard
I am the entertainment
You’re the appreciative audience.”

Light is rekindled in his grey slade eyes
With the slightest flick of his wrist the construct flickers once
twice
and then it’s gone

“Let’s go outside
Perhaps a walk before evenmeal.”

“Yeah
Good call
I’ll get my bow.”

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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