THE PERCEPTION OF GIANTS

Avant garde paratrouper panopticons,

perpetuating insignia in a step,

and a boot kicking the face for all eternity,

totality of obscurity made policy,

this is your diamond in the dross,

distilling deontologically the distance of your disenabling distress.

Semantic Kinrade Kindergarden Monument,

impenetrable quag of quixotic mind magnates,

games of gothic gestation, ebbing in superstructural dissolve,

susceptible to idiom's comprising desisting in avoidance

of their sacrifices few are understood,

I speak in riddles to an adult audience.

Revolutions impart their each own unique return,

phases of history's impenetrable connection,

to atoms bearing life on surface valence,

as complex as the phase of human existence,

another dimension of another invention,

parading the pedantic.

To a child the adult world is unable to be decoded,

time cures in endless revision,

the perception of giants.

Poem and image © 2016 and 2002 respectively by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder.  The model is my old friend Scott Marks, and the image was drawn at a cafe, in Bracebridge Ontario, Canada. Scott used to live in our subdivision and visit often...a true strongman, he's one of the kindest spirits I've had the good pleasure of knowing, and is a very good person, he has had occassion to build houses for the homeless and works in concrete and bricklaying.