Scourge of the Plains

as rain falls
the rolling hills of the Kazakhs
     flashfloods threaten
the local draws
     as they praise him
     fête him with virgins
          and oil
assert genius he intones
exert astral energy
     into
          existence
     a globe
     of the past world
     now absent
LOST
          on the event horizon
          sparked star vectors
movement as reality
          sacred dance
     is but part
of   ABSOULTE