Gold Rush

By Sean Hall | October 26, 2019

An aurous glimmer pulled a pilgrim west 
For to purloin a peck of buried Ra 
He’ll build a lucent palace for the blessed 
And be acquitted of the second law 

With every fleck reflected in his pan 
They made an armored angel of an ape 
A makeshift halo crowns a solar man 
Who now survives in verse and granite shapes 

But to Medusa only jesters wed 
The pilgrim’s children want the real thing: 
To damascene a soul with gilded thread 
And amaranthine silicon as wings 

They’ll pan the twilit sky with Dyson spheres 
Interring their metastasizing fears

Gold Rush, Sean Hall

Sean Hall is a designer and poet based out of Rohnert Park, California. His style is lush and cinematic and explores topics such as terror management, aesthetics, and religion.