Illumination's Ruminations
Eye humble poet ruminate on Chronos and extrapolate
on quirks coincidence or fate invents to challenge counterfeit
preconceptions, toxic fumes, life rhymes with time until Death looms.
Time's second thoughts themselves consume themselves, upon themselves presume,
set plans o mice and men at naught, time lines taught, frustration fraught
as lender of the last resort whose lease on peace cannot be bought.
Time dominoes in sequency unseen by self-fufficiency,
translating into energy cusp crossroads few feel, fewer key
into to tune to roundabout synaptic, leaping in and out
neuronal pathways that without a doubt most misconceptions flout.
Wit started writ with couplets quaint that simple poets often paint
to speed ideas, draw sinner, saint, but back to drawing-board. Complaint
is respun, spins more complicated thought processes duly weighted,
some bright and airy fabricated from home-truths long anticipated
to see the light of day when called on catalyzing what seemed stalled,
or double walled those half appalled by speculations scarce recalled.
Ideas fan out in rioutous dance whose chants advance as Chance decants
causal cusps sans backward glance defying deterministic stance.
Effective consequences Cause engenders through apparent flaws -
loopholse left in pseudo laws - leave food for thought pursued or pause.
Life's fractal harmony may be perceived expanding constantly
yet most are purblind, fail to see holistic authenticity,
while what seems static, lacking steam, prepares fresh channels for life's dream
to drive horse, cart, through what most deem stable season's reasoned gleam
essential to keep even keel while spin surfing karmic wheel
through stages pre-defined that steal no thunder from the common weal,
that time band, tide's hand, deal, conceal until fate's too late to repeal.
Simplicity in outward form may sometimes mask a perfect storm
that cause, effect conspire to warm when selfdelusions misinform
as much the writer as th reader - both speaker, seeker, - led lead leader,
guiding life's ride till time-wise weeder uproots tradition's strongest cedar.
Mind, stimulated, needs to feed a train of thought outside the tracks
of easy answers' whites and blacks whose monochromatic vision lacks
the wherewithal discernment backs when in betweet line links it tracks,
then spirals out on fractal limbs as sperm, inseminating, swims
towards true goal without which dim prospects of penatrating rim's
resistance, shaking out a leg in headlong rush towards the egg
that home to hive alive should beg his flag in meioitic keg.
Life's questions in its questions lies as much as answers it supplies,
confuting those who think they're wise behind dogmatic force which flies
in smithereens when ripe and rotten, their raison d'etre is forgotten
because of logic ill-begotten, assumptions strong as candy cotton.
True vibrancy must supervise, stay pregnant with its own surprise,
cut preconceptions down to size. No yard-scale ever quantifies
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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