PENCIL LITMUS

Pencil litmus,

camera obscura,

registering Auschwitz

by two degrees of separation,

council Newton,

ebbing Zion.

Admonishing ventricle,

deep in pulseform lepton,

careening in ambinet flowstate,

cascading in overt uber status,

Ahura Mazda's sword,

cutting the blade of sorrow,

eschews precision.

In the marrow of monumentality,

obscurity is a culture of *ambiography.

I had a vision of angels,

made of wings that were photographs

and these wings contained images of all the photos that I was in the background of,

my ambiography of sorts.

My place in the universe,

the litmus of history,

the litmus of time,

a poem, written in the places,

where I was present and key to the ambience of someone's existence.

That privilege,

that honour,

that.

AMBIOGRAPHY being the simultaneous authorship of one's life from the indirect agency of all around oneself.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder