Poem -
THE CONSEQUENCE OF FATE
In harmony, second from the right,
left, right left, of center, off center,
axis of access,
monument soup,
dilapidated
confluence of decoupage and teflon,
stares into abyss,
smells like team spirit,
we hurt the ones we hate,
we hurt the one's we love,
pain is the remnant of the sublime,
abandoned to scrutiny...
speculation is the consequence of invention,
in excessive suppulant* chthonic creedence
after the afterlife,
invention is the consequence of fate.
*under excess (new word)
Poem and image Β© 2016 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder
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Hello Rockwell. A very interesting write and a lot to interpret throughout a very profound write. What is it the senses or soul experiences in and after the end of life? Do we stare into an abyss or soul ascend into a heavenly place or state of mind or possibly regenerate into a different body. All great possibilities within your speculated write. Loved it man and im anΒ Arcade Fire fan...... they're awesome! Peace!
Thanks Devon,
Arcade fire is one of my favourite bands.Β Have you ever heard of Bloc Party, they're also good, I am listening to Silent Alarm lately, that album is pretty great.
R.W.