IN THE LIMBER LIGHT

Versed in aversion,

cherished covalence,

between polar inspection and coeval intermingling,

sharing orgiastic movement, improvising foresting instincts,

at the yeasayers union,

discontent intertwines with codified distance,

capsizing the evocative countenance of a faceless edifice,

stone cut stone, imbricated by the jagged edge,

reliquary of the requiem mendicant dreamcast omega,

intercessional nebulous, forming integral,

bound by distant horizons, drawn closer by fate.

Work is a metaphor for connection,

should it's fail in it's allegorical power,

recombining elements with essences,

overt version of orchid seances,

bee bop, hip hop, outcast, carte blanche,

dictates of a supplicant wonder,

wordplay without game,

and the prefixes of doom,

seeking stasis,

by we the arbiters of consignment,

forwarding uncertain,

dreams that sustain yearning,

in the limber light.

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