DREAMING OCEANS
Oceans speak...along the estuary, in imbrication of light and monument, so positioned in the catacombs of natural force as to comingle caprice and destiny, in arbitration of a capsizing odious vehemence.
Time is the dream of chance.
Open in the emergence of dissuasion, persuaded by infinite progressions.
Poverty is a will to not compromise corruption.
Destiny is the dance of distinguishing opulence from divination. Choice is a registry of the heart, so aligned as to conventionalize distinction itself.
We fall free from fallacy and time's ferment.
The vintage of the mind dispels and distends chaos, as it dissipates it in the same breath...in the prevalence of the ideal.
Ideation is the harvest of chance...chances are...ideas change us.
Overt dogma of a dreaming idiom....precipitous of the sky's majesty....harbouring infinity, and the masks of time..
cast fast asleep, among the dreaming oceans.
Poem and image © 2016 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder
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Hmm... read and reread, ideas and ramifications of thought. (pinned this one for further ingestion lol)
I wonder, Destiny doesn't truly reveal itself until it is realized. One can spend their whole life seeking it, but never find it because they are not being true to themselves. Only then can we be open to learning, to change, and finding the true purpose of our existence... just a few thoughts.
Love your writes Peter. :)
Blessings and have a good week.
Rebecca
Hi Rebecca, thanks again for liking my work, I am glad you like it. I wonder about destiny, there are so many things about life that are avoidable...in the end there seem to be two species of destiny...inevitability, which is why they made the word fate *in the original version caprice appears as the word fate, perhaps because whim guides destiny? I work purely intuitively for the most part, I plan very little and very rarely change elements unless it's like five minutes after the writing process when I am ruminating on the character of some change's influence on the structure of the poem's potential set of meanings. OF course I am unawares of all the potential sets of meanings, people bring their own ways of seeing an idea, based on their each own unique daily expression, bias, and sample of reality. I consider writing in the range of it's approximate meanings to be oracular in the sense that writing is a time based medium that reveals something we may not have realized before, in that sense writing is an organic rhizomic process, a growing of elements into elements and aspects into aspects, whether disparate or not to reveal something about the character of a group of ideas, as points of relation and contrasts in the realm of ideas.
I am glad you liked it...take care!
Rockwell Wilder.
This is way cool. You have an amazing ability of expressing thought and ideas you turn over in mind into words.....very proactive man. I enjoy your work. Peace!
Thanks again Devon,
you are most kind.
Rockwell.