Thoreau's Penguin Flees Patagonia

An Abstract Ramble

...I saw my reflection

  Distorted into impossible proportions

         Or, the perception of myself is an illusion

    Penguin

        Albatross

              Lost

                 Always was

 

     Always is a word

          Computer

            Question mark

         A parabolic curve

             A vector

                A hypothesis

                   A hyperbole

                       A paradigm, or pair of dimes

                           loquaciously spread out seductively

                              A paralysis

                                   A paroxysm

                                       An aphorism

                                           A man with no direction

                                        An equation without the promise of a solution

                                     Resolution

                                  Revolution

                                Elocution is not a word,

                             Maybe Ray Davies 

                           Spelled it more correctly 

                         You Muswell Hillbilly

 

             Evolution?  Maybe?

           Question mark?

          Spell checked

         Always was - both words - 

   

       Indentured servant?

      Whoaaaaa

    Indentured servant I meant,

        Peasants, the gentry - 

             A feudal society I do not 

                Subscribe to, HAH - serf

          My pen inevitably and irrevocably 

            Scribbles birds because I desire freedom - another illusion?

        Llamas,

             The Dalai Lama

                  Flamingoes, with or without the E

                      Flamencoes, with or without the E

             Is a flamingo free?

          Is a flamenco dancer free?

   What is it?

     Free will or Pre-determinism?

         Constitutionalism, or Nonsensicalism?

               Narcissism, or Self-Immolationism?

     Mordecai rambled through a Southwestern landscape

           Only to find a cactus named Nemo - 

              No one

                Nothing

                  Oblivion

                     An absence 

                        An absenteeism

                           A void

                               A tombstone branded Cantalice

                       Savage,

                    A hermit secluded

                  A Canticle, a mystery for the first people - 

                Their DNA resides in my abnormally long second toe,

               I waste my poetic license

      Lima

   Peru is a shape,

           Peruvians worship within

                Vesuvians gazing toward Machu Pichu revel,

                   And become nostalgic 

                        For the antique

           A sphere implodes,

                Gravity vanishes

                       What does emerge?

                A bird-like form,

              A hybrid phoenix,

             Grey with ash

            A winged anomaly

           An anomalous occurrence, focused through the infinity of 

          A narrow tunnel

                White lines

              Tiles encroaching,

             Growing more round 

            As speed increases

               Croesus 

              Growing less inclined toward elation

             As affluence drowns the simplicity

          All the Millennials

         Move to the cities

        Chasing tumbleweeds

       And shadows

 

     A monument collapses,

    Three piles emerge,

   We forget why they occupy 

  Space or time

            We progress,

           Invert and invent - 

          A cursor blinks and blinks and blinks and blinks and blinks

         MS DOS dies,

        A new generation

       Feasts on the leftovers

      Grows exponentially beyond the confines of reality

     And embraces virtual reality

               Before anything walked

              A fish swam - 

             The most lucky fish 

             Was consumed by Sappho 

             And transformed 

                     Into

                  The most beautiful 

                 Words never read - 

                        A Greek unparalleled

              Some digest Sappho

                Others are devoured by Sappho

                   Some follow BASHO - 

                       Searching for the perfect Haiku

                   Some find an oasis

                       A cool shaded grove

                          A singular lime tree

                              Almost perfectly groomed

                                  Meticulously weeded

                                      Stones sublime...