IMPORTING THE REVOLUTION

Providence Thoth amulet,

omelette applesauce,

lost in provocative replies.

Refining discrete implicity to sacred sacraments,

commanding reliquary encounters,

reigning ambiguity to unspoken conclusion.

Prohibitionary comingling agreement,

disguised as democracy,

victimizing marginal abject particularity.

Exile of oppressive identities,

lost in orthodox privilege,

antiquating brutality, with vapourizing bombs.

It's precisely that precision is lost,

that we can be found wanting,

nothing abstract in this.

He forms lists in his mind,

charming the encodification of

a world in perpetuity.

Dissidents of the new world,

radical to the churning convention,

made of Stalinesque rants.

I'm afraid of revolutions,

absorbed in the debt of a world to a world,

revising the proviso of provocateur's utopias.

Reducing the marginal to risk's of totalitarian routines,

making the intimacy of tasteless armistices, parading as peace.

The strange bedfellow cast in amendment and seducing liberty,

from intercepting the State's apparatus.

The credulous sedition of their charms,

encampments of cogs in competition's systemology.

Deciet and danger, evolving scrutiny, forming a context

in dictatorial absolve, dwarfing bureaucracy

in veritable vertigo.

Cascading controls fall,

at the nimbulus* of nimbus Khan,

reverberating in the askesis of nimble minds,

reducing empire to inversion,

importing the revolution.

*ready dark consequences- new word, my word

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder