THE MIDST OF TIME

Meditation of a mediated sense of eternity,

countenance of often waivered insincerity,

grasping at cloudless skies.

The stars above me wrapped in the thinnest veil,

comport Salomeic paradigms in passion's shorthand gesture,

intensity of connubial sanguine lips,

infrastructure of your galvanizing opportunely, the vastness of a smile.

A host of imbricated confluences, harvesting memes

domino landscapes, falling in finitude,

curtailing in upset uptown upscale downtime.

The ionic obstacle of nuance,

devolves the instant of its surveillant whim,

focus on panoplistic panopticons, pertaining to the puritanical.

Theometry, *measuring the grace of God, in divine symmetries,

precision of surfeit perfections,

adopted in the ambient abject abundance.

Galvanizing the obliteration of whim,

surviving the caprice of time convoked to purposes' inferential paradigms,

the host of absurd achievements culminating in the ambient attention,

between convocation and invocation,

soulstuff leering at broken chalice,

seeping libations into the infinite streams,

somewhere in the midst of time.

Poem and image © 2016 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder