Come here you, closer still,
I want you to be the first to know
That gold is all around this town
Beneath the streets & sewers,
Scattered haphazardly here there
Everywhere, enough to dazzle,
Blind the unwary with the glitter,
Shimmering dissolving glamour
When the sun shines again:
Do you have it within to dare?
To serve this magistery right?
To make the mad dream real,
Turn this place into Tenochtitlán,
Render into actuality El Dorado:
Do you possess the strength to will
Into existence all the power & glory
Of this metallic inhuman purity
The cold coalescence of stars?
After you have known, dared,
Willed these forces into being,
Now that you are experienced,
Initiated & illuminated can you
Keep a secret, will you remain silent?
cakeordeathsite 
Well … if one hadn’t the will or the strength to will El Dorado etc into existence this would certainly incite one to try. This is wonderful Mr. Cake 💫
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First you have to know, then dare. Thank you I am glad you enjoyed, hopefully it makes sense.
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Dream world sense yes. That’s a good thing…
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Life is but a dream
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2 of my grandparents grew up in gold mining towns. My grandfather’s grandmother was the 1st white baby born in a tin lean to in the gold mining town. Whenever I think of her I always wonder at the wonder that must have been expressed on the faces of the Aboriginals viewing this first white child.
I moved far away to another gold mining town which fate decreed I would move here knowing nothing
about the place and only 1 person. My cards kept showing me that gold and Egyptians were significant before I moved here, although I only discovered its history after moving here.
The town is riddled underground with gold mines.
I live on a bush block with the name Gold in it although it was named after a Jewish tailor who catered to the miners!
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Thank you Heron for your golden story. I frequently think of the conquistadors viewing the city of Tenochtitlan, all that gold, and after the seizure of that city the legend of El Dorado, that mania, which of course spread across the globe. Somebody once the only golden age was when gold wasn’t the measure of all things. Still gold is beautiful, the mineral sun. Maybe I am reading too much alchemical texts and it addling my already addled brain.
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I remember watching a series about the conquest to steal the gold by the conquistadors on t.v. a while back, so my memory could be faulty but I think it was lake Titicaca? and the Aztecs only valued gold as used in transient offerings to the gods so they would manufacture exquisite pieces and throw them in to the lake. This completely addled the greedy Spaniards mines, of course they had gold fever.
Funny thing I was browsing an op shop yesterday and was delighted to find some intricate fake yellow gold rings which were just perfect for me at the right price!
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You certainly can’t fault the conquistadors for their bravery, but they were gold mad and this madness completely changed the world. Herzog’s movie Aguirre the wrath of God is a fine depiction of this lunacy at its zenith. I am glad you find those rings, you know there is no such thing as coincidence Heron.
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Many years ago when I was only very young I took my much younger sister to see Aguirre The Wrath of God. How bizarre I just remembered that! It was the 1st movie we went to without an adult. I have no idea why we went and it was very shocking to our sheltered ignorant little minds!
I totally concur with you Mr. Cake, coincidences is an exhausted word that needs to be killed off. My synchro hits have been pretty wild lately. The other strange occurrence is life and events occurring not in circles, but spirals. Weren’t the ancient Greeks onto this theory with their mazes and Pythagorean mathematics?
Don’t feel obliged to answer this, because I know you will in good time Mr. Cake!
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A strange first movie to see without adults indeed. There are no accidents and no coincidences. The world is a labyrinth and so is the mind, especially memory. I will try to answer you when I know (if ever) the answers Heron. Thank you as always for your thought provoking comments.
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This one makes me smile.
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Wonderful! To bring a smile makes it all worthwhile.
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Great post, I love it. That got me thinking that it can be a nice preface poem to the novel by Eleanor Catton “The Luminaries”. This is not just the story set in a gold-mining town (and it also references stars frequently) – the story by Catton actually involves alchemical transfiguration in a philosophical sense that when one a Man (Gold) there and a certain woman (Moon) meet, somehow gold appears. It is all explained, but it is still very thought-provoking.
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sorry, I meant Man (Sun)
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No problem I caught your drift.
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Thank you for the lovely compliment. I haven’t read the novel but I will definitely check it out now.
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Render into actuality El Dorado…… my god this is beautiful. This is like …. an ode to the dark lust and adventurous spirit of the gold rush… I picked up on multiple historical references and found the narrative to be mysterious and fascinating.
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Thank you April…I aim for mysterious always. I frequently dream of Cortes meeting with Montezuma in Old Mexico City. I am very fond of this poem.
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I am very fond of it too. I adore the whole ambiance, the strange golden incantations. I’m semi-obsessed with Mexican, Aztec, Egyptian, Norse, Greek religions / mythologies / folklores and their various elemental Gods and Goddesses.
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That makes two of us April. I believe words should be incantations, casting spells, possessing the glamour.
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I wrote a micro poem one time, but never posted it. It went like this:
Count your coins, Midas
Perhaps they’ll keep you warm
When the days deeds are done
No, gold does not rust
But it can corrode.
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How true. It is a pure acid for the soul.
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