LEARNING TO HUNT

Obsidian regolith in marble skies made of melting light,
Night cast along the sporatic epicenter of oblong ellipse epicrisis,
revisiting ornate the sky's indenture, beclouding constellations of saffron smiles,
Ignorance is the hardest habit to break,
if it doesn't break you first,
overwhelming underestimation, on an even keel with novice arbitration,
considerable weight eternity,
heavy on these brooding bones,
awaiting overwhelming,
the indistinct convolution of their merriment,
harbouring ingestation of overt covert conversant convention,
into the day where dreams are arbitrary,
and the night sky considering itself worthy,
unhinges the sky from its cyclic revisitations,
in a dance of relative wonder,
in the happenstance of whimswept bewilderment,
in the windswept fields of aeons,
where octapi swim in tangerine skies
aflicker at dusk's cinnamon sundry,
contesting the culmination of gestating tinsel,
on the golden path of wisdom,
comingling with the void,
of the accoutrement of feigned value,
where depreciation acculturates pretense,
and our inheritance becomes the gesture atomic,
of sublime streams of conscious foreboding fixtures,
pertaining to adventure's effortless conjecture,
with these sentinels formed of conspicuous consumption's economics,
appellant to the convoking of impulse to the covocation of whimsey,
spent on the chalice of perpetual distractions,
evocative of a certain drunkenness,
treasonous resonance with implications to redemption,
and memories of learning to hunt.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder