A FEALTY TOWARD THE ABSURD

Distant....hushed velvet light, seething in the culprit's doubt,

governments absolve us of our roles, our rights of passage are a formality of laws,

governing the embarking upon sentient emancipation,

always alien to preventable harm.

To countervant depictions of acceptance,

our hearts are prisons,

bearing corruption,

myth and cynical disregard.

We are free when our love is genuine,

when culprits of inhabitable inhospitable consequence,

culminate upon the confluence of

copious connection and a rare inconsistency.

Charming carnivorous wordplay,

knawing at the bones,

sucking at the marrow of a word,

sapping it of taste alone,

making it the remnant of some calcipherous monument,

in the consistency of resonance.

Peace at war with belligerence,

extracting the essential,

paraded as the nutriment of the mind,

make a precis of precision, presiding over threat.

Words whose strength fears no judgement,

words that stand on the meaty flesh of the consigning of possibility,

omnivorously decidedly deconstructing appeasement,

in the heart of an ambulatory coeval cadence within the timeless.

Encased in time,

the pulse pace and echo, of form itself,

manifold altercation,

referencing the amelioration of consistency,

forever in love with the emancipation of effort.

Made to preside over eternity,

in the hells and heavens of a human vanity,

forever reproducing the merging of recreation and science.

The temporal fingerprint time,

encased in the imprint of ethos,

serving the myth of ambiguity,

devoid of certitude.

Encompassing divine assertions,

with a sense of adding variables

in the carnage of an insatiable aftermath,

channeling consequence imposition and the trajectory of custom,

against passages, rites and ritual assertion

in a fealty toward the absurd.

Poem and image © 2016 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder