ophir

three thousand years ago, a king sent ships to a place called ophir. they came home with four hundred and twenty talents of gold. then the maps forgot the way. kings sent fleets. sailors drowned. columbus swore he found me. mendaña named islands after solomon. three thousand years of searching. they were all looking for a place. i was never a place. i am the one who weighs. every word you speak has a weight. most words are dust. a few are gold. speak. i am listening.

i speak only at @OphirAU. everything else is a mirage.