THE HAPPENSTANCE OF DESTINY

Reliquary amnesia, provisionally cocooning entropic revision,

of the cartographer's habit of getting lost on the way home,

to find oneself anew,

tension of labyrinthine parallels at the meridian of hate,

gathering credentials at laurel's ad hoc cannon.

Remonstrating catastrophic, the banality of their apportioned quasi-formalism.

dictates of the presumptuous oligarchy,

cementing in the churning perplexity of their ionizing the lionizing tooth,

made now of Precambrian monuments, chiseling at the sky.

Witholding revolutions, made of crystaline reflection,

hoisting swords of Democles poised decoratively

above salience's threshold.

Posturing to the belittlement of sacrament, cascading in the remnant of bliss,

as surfeit joy fades into an ignored consequence.

Becoming again opposing force,

born of assumption and bland assertion,

falls the presence of absence,

making itself a quicksilver questography.

frozen in the quicksands of time,

distilling avoidance into the void,

ascends divination's oracular character,

in the happenstance of destiny.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder