MYTHS AND MONSTERS

Purview in sacrosanct Elysian void,

heavenward from the perfect sound,

remnants of saffron decay,

culminating in the evanescence.

Consecrated by the concrescence of confluence,

with the apogee of disillusioned dissuasion,

persuaded by incursions of the sublime,

with the comportment of novice perceptions.

The expert does in their dance of Salome,

recall Ichabodian myths, heading for disaster,

vanity is repute spread into the aeons,

in a comporting disregard for the essential.

Time immemorial reaches headlong into eternity,

into it's thin pulse,

a rhythm of the concourse of time.

Creten's contortion apportioning the systematicity of discovery,

into chance decompositions of their symphonic empires.

Chance ruminates in the consonance of an ambling discovery,

as sure of invention as the theocracies of whim,

where in the absence of intervention,

the mind makes myths and monsters.

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