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Cosmic Egg at the Carnival

And now for something completely different…

Annette, for a while there I was playing around with creation myths. Here’s one that got published: http://www.anderbo.com/anderbo1/apoetry-133.html

Then I came upon the concept of “cosmic egg.” Not sure why it resonates with me… maybe I’ll do a series??? THE ADVENTURES OF COSMIC EGG???

(Did I ever tell you Philosophy was my minor? I think it might come from that part of me.)

Let me know what you think. Of course Cosmic Egg is female :-).

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Cosmic Egg at the Carnival

Cosmic egg nudged you
onto the Tilt-a-Whirl
with her complex convex-
ity. She knew you were a thrill

seeker.

Such a mismatched pair!
Ushered to the bivalve scoop
of a fun car, bolted to a turning
point on an evolving

platform.

Cosmic egg secured the safety
bar, deflecting a few stares
with her oblong white weirdness.
Your car eddied as more funsters

loaded up.

The platform rolled valleys,
heaving dimpled metal. You rode
the rise and fall, spinning efferent-
ly, flattened in the cross-hairs of

physical forces.

You hiccuped at the unpredictable
nature of the motion, a summation of
riders. Was it destiny? Was it divine will?
Cosmic egg was silent, minding her

shell.

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