AT THE CUSP OF SOON

Imbued by heteronymous heterogeneous heterodox homogeneity,

Thoth supplanting auburn amber sky's

aubergineous royal flight,

in Nout's design the bird soars heaven-word,

quantum's purge from sparrow wings acquiesce,

curtailing aerodynamically along the soft lace of the sky's purple pulse.

Cocooning the venture of our wing swept cascades,

the utility of the pantheon of time,

when the avid ulterior motives of suspended annulment,

harnesses the tilled soil, sequestered by umbilical earth.

Carnivorous apathy,

bound in sentience to sapient acquiesce ambient charm,

in the estuary of a cloud pacing in the sky's machinery,

from deepest urge to apportion eternity.

And from the avid desert, gearing optometric,

into the swelling of a seasoned mnemonic,

where tides afford the admixture of crest and trough.

The tsunami rests in the comingling of a crashing weight,

and fluid fruition.

Nature severed from an ambient charm, hovers in the suspended form,

of an apex, driven from distinct commercial whim,

yet embracing its economics ecological footprint and metric,

in the churning countenance, that aspires to govern the wayward care,

of a fermenting supplanting.

All this that filled the earth with the due of sun's fermenting condensation,

cascading in a harmonic Eden,

of abrasive deep velvet time.

Heartfelt obviations of their Mythographic Sociographies,

careening in the catatonic stare,

of the stars vernacular, tracing Apollonic chariots, ad infinitum,

into the brush with the long strands of night,

that implore the universe to glow velvet.

Purging shadow in marrow light's stream,

merrily merrily merrily life is but a shade of sorrow,

digressing along the route to expectation.

Full of opinion and power,

fading from the velvet night,

where semantics are drawn tonight,

in the deep hours of twilight,

at the cusp of soon.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder