THE GLASS PILL

Windspent panopticons,

still gazes,

echoing divergence,

rehearsing omniscience,

under the ethos of judgement,

a godly search for standard.

A decoupage of demonstrations,

reverberating in a vacuous construct,

remonstrated by revolving culminations,

distanced by the severance of hope,

where our cues are determined by nature,

clashing with culture and illusion.

He sits in spellbound wonder for what amounts to years,

divulging aimlessly an echochamber's catacombs,

disappointing the evaluatory evolution of their new morning.

New day breaks like a whirling stone in glass houses,

evinced of their cartography's supplanting,

an ambience disproportionate to the amount of silence in a world,

charms the chasms between opulence, decadence and devolution.

You are ahead by a century,

the storm prompts the calm...

accounting for the flow of laval novelty, claiming the ground,

revolutions of an aimful concrescence disavow the apex,

of the archetype of the typical.

Schematizing consequence, our place is a friend's kind words,

aiming to disconcert the obvious,

hidden in the seclusion of the moment,

a monument to the disenfranchised,

reverberates in silence often unheard.

Senses, vague and indistinct,

harvest the eternal,

in the monument moment's sphere.

In the comportment of their emulation,

memory's servile form, rejects convenience.

The machination of the penitent,

making compliance out of ignorance,

and arrogance out of purpose,

for the few or many on the outside.

As time marches on, memory subsides,

and we fall back,

into the blissful oblivion,

of the richest impoverishment,

siphoning the guarantor,

of emotion's disregard.

Care taken in all regards,

harnesses the soul,

as we determine,

the concourse discourse, and recourse of,

the winged steed,

made of myth and memory,

held in the alacrity and acrimony,

of new days,

taken abruptly, 

with the surfeit salience,

of the glass pill.

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