TO A WORTHY WORLD

Blues spent on the memory of the rhythm,

a profuse rhetoric of absurd absconding

abstaining abysmal fractal asymptote, 

distended symmetry of synchronicity's dictates

surfacing in anomaly's prediction.

Erudition's estimate, evoking the emancipation of eradication,

saturating the faculties of fermented time,

like an ice wine at harvest's frost,

I hold you accountable to the instantaenous,

your time to indicate the aeon in an instant,

coeval with concentrative symptoms evocative of time's servile jurisdiction.

Worthy avarice, the dictates of scarcity, in the mendacity of minority's interests,

powerless to afford affect, distilled by the rhetoric of cold calculation,

impairment of the theosophic order, cascades of calamus,

thwarting theocratic divulgence.

Emulatory of the history of the instant,

where we fall the timeless,

in the cosmogony of infinite variations of infinitely finite variations,

time stands still,

when memory imparts the survival of distinction,

born to comingling connections.

Filled with worry and waves of kindness,

in a land of prosperity,

interwoven waves of wry wilderness,

with a wit full of wickedness and worldliness.

An empty sea of supplanted want,

imbricates time's collective rationale,

harvesting soon.

All the world's wisdom and wanting,

bent on all the benevolence

wandering at the behest of all the welcomed beatitude,

wincing at the window's withering wordless rhyme, 

captive of the distended sound,

of an eternity, taking its time,

to with serendipity sing...

wailing wisdom,

to a worthy world.

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