COSMIC LOVE

Solar Ninja,

Rubric bric a brac, braggadocio, think tank,

dropkick uber, upkeep phonemic channeling survivalist account,

Wordspun words orbiting oblitteration, harvesting nuance.

The upkeep of sapience,

rendering cosmic mosaic affluence of fluent perniciousness,

provoking perdition on path to vernacularity.

In the webwork of their streamcasted ubiquity,

Love is a language without sex or engenderment,

love is bound to know all with unwavering fidelity to appreciation.

Channeling postoperative postdoctorate manicures of mendacity,

their minions manipulate and confiscate the codification of amplified tectonics,

in championing the dreams of debutantes,

the will of aeons float in an aeolian breeze,

crying to the pedantic showy insecurity,

of half-held children's memories of avarice and disgrace,

falling fall from Eden,

Into the abyss of cosmic love.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder