Planeteers
Infused with the complex of ritualism-
a walk imbued by monistic metaphors-
heralds of sweeping skies at dawn and dusk,
midnight and midday-
woo me with dew scented musk
and the pungent aroma of milkweed;
my steeped soul inhales and plays
engulfed by the vitality Moira has seeded-
an integral ingredient in the amalgam-
a mellifluous factor in creations metamorphosis.
Before us- are the fundamental fractals-
hidden components comprising the patterns-
the amazing visceral beauty entices our senses,
and olfactory sensation-
each breath of life dispenses
destiny that time can only observe-
time simply the predication
for events only life may reserve.
Imbued- the stars and comets
are temporal commentary conferred in confederacy.
This Earth, indeed, all creation as one-
contract to be re-forged in the kiln of Hephaestus -
from a dense miniscule remnant of past infinity
that beauty cannot escape-
comes the natural order and affinity
explosively created in forcefulness and fascination
as eternity and life take shape;
abridged- the word becomes its own salvation.
From thus- in distant unseen times
have deities transcended the cycles of life and death.
Has past life come full circle- recreated anew-?
Images seen- reflect only an elemental resemblance-
And what of the souls crossed over the Lethe
whether to heaven, hell, or elsewhere?
As cycles recreate life and death
can such survive the tumult of renewal?
Do Muses and deities carry us beyond this final bell-
or does our eternity end- recombined and lost?
I find in the asking- the graciousness of creation-
that as cycles include consciousness,
that consciousness is essential, and not an aberration.
Copyright
© October 2005 Tony P Spicuglia
