PRECIS OF A DREAM

A heart of aubergine

glistens pulse of upshot downscale

midtown traffic...

surreptitious meanderment

of scope of their contiguous imbrications,

fraught in Aeolian windswept grasses

hovering in the vessel of satellites

deemed inalienable and customary.

DNA ruled illegal by the FDA

and other such fictions,

arresting arrhythmia

of their obfuscating obsidian marrow,

deep in the annals of time,

made contorted

by the rhetoricians meandering confiscation of the eternal,

drawn instantaneously into apportioning mystery

devoid of revolutions.

Days are illusions

of light cascading on the surface of spheres

resonating in a void.

Time is the custom of patterns of survival,

I am nocturnal,

like an owl of Minerva,

binded by the purported to harmonious consciousness

parading itself into pertinence in the vomitoriums of modern policy.

Somewhere deep in the cascades of eternality,

I am a reforming symbiosis semantic

and harvested by the concomitant will

of their scathing ritual,

abandoning the Valhalian rhythm

of Valkyries sifting through the remnants of tragedy

for deceptions to fester in eternal feasts

and feats of roundabout rounding up

of devolutionary redundancy.

Heaven is meal with wine,

an excellent vintage,

spilling the blood of innocents no more,

but in war the only innocents

are the barbarians refusing to prepare for peace....

acculturating Ragnarock,

in a precis of a dream.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder