Zeno’s Lenses

Xeno pulled The Book down from the shelf-

Dusted it clean

So he could read to himself.

 

The tome was old-

With yellowing pages

Scribed peculiar

By sages and mages.

 

The cover hand tooled-

Of fine crafted leather

A voluminous read

Yet light as a feather.

 

The symbols arcane-

The drawings elite

Deciphering it now

Would be quite a feat.

 

Xeno was undaunted-

He knew he had skill

Knowledge he had plenty

But of arcanus, NIL.

 

So he read-

From dusk til dawn

Assimilating power

Between every yawn.

 

His brain became full-

With each page he turned

Xeno growing excited

By what he had learned.

 

Now came the test-

To put into action

The gift of The Book

With no distraction.

 

In a make shift lab-

Xeno did not waver

And fashioned some lenses

Through painstaking labor.

 

By light of the Moon-

And planetary calculation-

A dash of Alchemy

Magick spells and incantation …

 

Xeno cast into frames-

This odd set of lenses

That sparkled and flashed

Amplifying the senses.

 

The time had come-

Xeno donned the glasses

The vision was clear

Yet penetrated all masses.

 

The ground fell away-

The landscape had shifted

Into multiple dimensions

Xeno was lifted.

 

Pulled through time-

Each phase blended

Blurred and bent

Twisted and upended.

 

Xeno's brain vibed-

Open and invaded

Information absorbed

Saturated, pervaded.

 

Into space and non time-

One dimension, then another

No control, no feelings

No sense of any other.

 

To the seat of creation-

The beginning of beginnings

Face to face with the source

No underpinnings.

 

Then with no warning-

Once again it began

Through plane upon plane

A time caravan.

 

Back through space and place-

While history resounded

Now in the present

Xeno's feet feeling grounded.

 

Surroundings now familiar-

Glasses ripped from his face

Xeno looked about nervously

And started to pace.

 

His ears ringing loudly-

His body quite shaken

Memory too clear

Of the trip he had taken.

 

Xeno put The Book back on the shelf-

Laughing madly – it was all in  vain

Cringing in the corner

Xeno had gone quite insane.