Poem -
IN THE SLIPSTREAM PANOPTICON
My words are hurt,
echochambers in diamond and lapis lazuli haunts,
Janice Joplin's high, pitched voice,
emancipation in august autumn,
a cusp for all seasons.
Rhetoric has the power to slander indication,
nothing alive.
I walk through the tangerine walls,
I've transcended the Higgs-field once again.
Transcendence is immanent once again...
labyrinthine and cosmic...
adjoining of surfeit distinction, evincing their biology,
I am the spirit in the machine.
The Deus Ex Machina,
echoes rhetorically,
in the Molecular nucleotide,
apogee sub atomic,
nuance of neon quarks,
in the slipstream panopticon.
Poem and image Β© 2016 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder
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Can see the painter and music lover in this piece. Lapis Lazuli... I've always loved that and it is the first time I have ever seen it used in poetry. Great stuff Rockwell. Hear Joplin singing "Summertime" while Tangerine Dream warms up in the back set. Always a pleasure. :)
Thank you once again Rebecca for your comments, you are most kind indeed!Β Peace!
R.W.