FOR ALL OF THE AGES

If passion dictates fate, the incremental distinction of their ambient disclosures generates indentured liberties,

a soulless increment.

A cluster of implications.

Finding distinction in sullen options opposing the sacrement, in his early years he grew savvy to the manipulations of both myth and science, of both religion and skeptical observation.

Your commonplace admixtures, survive the confluences of chance and opulence, partitioning in the ineffable, into the unspeakable and the uneditable failures of the spoken which gesture to encapsulate ignorantly what is at best the suspicion of language-that it succeeds where culture fails.

And we must remember that language is not culture, but that language is what culture uses, it's the path that is not the automobile, and language is a system of infinite potential paths, interspersed and overlapping, that imbricate infinitely along the constellations of chance, to form the monuments of change, that so govern and generate the indications of persuasive formations of the generative.

Desire for intention generates generations of implications...cast out over the ambient disclosures of dissention and disclosure. 

WE hurt the ones we love, not because we must, but because we sometimes have no choice...

a mystery coiled in potential generates no warning of impending doom, the system contains the seeds of its own destruction...mystery is the vessel at best of an oceanic possibility....vastness uninhabitated by destiny.

Life is a venture into the unknowable, it is through the semblance of potential that distinction offers its makeshift systematicity to the world...to speak and say nothing, this is a legacy, this is the confluence of the information age...and sift culture, this is the consequence of the Pulse of the imposing assumptions of their assertion. 

There is much truth in nothingness, there is an ocean of possibilities in the vast void of its implications.

The fool hears nothing and speaks...the wiseperson hears nothing and speaks,

alarm is on the inside of infinity.

Sound sculptures standing for poetry...that's what this is, don't read the words understand the sounds.

I want outer most inclusions...in the pantheons of all of possibilities arrangements.

A language is meaningless without it's participation in absurdity and reason,

alive in this time for all sages,

alive in this

the time for all of the ages.

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