Mosaic

everything is everything

Proximal positions play tricks on my eyes,

Ocularcentric visions telling ‘ergo’ lies,

Perspective compositions,

Isolate the Monet minds.

 

Objective propositions are never to confide

In subjective skepticisms, ignorance and pride

Necessarily  coincide.

 

Longitude and latitude

Coordinate the point of view,

Tightly framed, director’s cue,

Detailed shades of green and blue.

The noble gaze that never knew

Its window panes distorted hues.

Its window’s pain contorted you

Cartesian fool of dual.

 

A muddled mess of bending light,

A masterpiece at love’s first sight,

In the thick of things too bright

Distance seems to make it right

 

Cuz’ planted on these mountaintops

Where atmospheres are thin,

Clarity assumes its poise,

Distortion traded in.

Silently consuming noise

Revealing soundly sin,

This self-proclaimed,

Self-ordained, exorcism,

A zeitgeist maimed by broken frames  

Within, a pictured myth of carnal whim.

Welcome, the transcendental win.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[erikaguest]

i love the sense of complexity in the poem. i also found the last line really powerful. great work!

[Robin]

such suchness

[Ed Hart]

it's a wonder you can breathe, the air being so thin up there