CONJECTURE'S HOPE

Stranger, a stranger love than this,
propriety dressed in warm connection,
in tapestry of inclusions we are of the apex,
of devout inclusion excluding harms,
opiate of mendacious conjecture,
we apportion the confluence of games,
drawn from the survialist instinct,
to conjoin dreams and agency,
into a conflation of goals and curiosities,
to survive the provision of ample gains,
directed about the persuasion of aims,
drawn in towards an infinity,
where souls intertwine,
together work,
to seek integration of a discovery,
surrounding the confluence of tests,
derived from noble attraction devised to form
the condignment of imbricated willfulness,
made to perfect,
conjecture's hope.

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