SOPHROSENE: the aeons seeking truth

Gratuitous meritocratic critics mesmerized by hylozoic holons,

gesturing in charred insurmountable rooftop of worldview semantic.

Haphaestian wonderspent meanderment,

somewhere between resolve and revolution,

memes dance in harvested wonder.

Commiserating in the sardonic semantics

etching pace felt in the cartography of time,

to dance within our symbiosis,

gesturing to cascades of rhetoric.

I have fallen and fallen in love a thousand times,

with the shape of sinew bone, muscle tone,

eyes, and shoulders, tapered forms and curves,

as to cast a spell on my surviving destiny.

The world is often not as we witness it,

but our role is bought and sold, by difficulties averted,

and for this calamity the weak often suffer at the plans of the merely seemingly clever.

Harps syncopating catatonic nuance to the formulations mutating a suspended churning,

forgiving their obliteration and confluence,

brought to charm the husk of reason.

from it's place in honoured night,

where the owl of Minerva flies with keenest sight,

in the chasm of their scrutiny,

as soon as we falter  resurrecting reclaiming,

the abject distinction,

of a gaze we shall never return but once,

in an instant lasting life

makes us sift through the redundancy, of beclouding merits.

Songs of aims embrace,

in a land of ebb and flow,

built in the face,

of the little that we know.

Built in legacies made greater still

sought in song and symphonic synthesis

seducing systematic science,

in the secluding paths distinctions,

made to merit our searching Sophrosyne,

in the aeon's seeking truth.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder