IneffableA Poem by insanityI wrote this one directly after I wrote Ode to the Lizard King, in keeping with the thought provoking and almost chaotic nature of Jim's poetry this little number was born.
Suns of fortune Meet sons of chance On the backs of clouds Lamenting lost leverage Such minacious madmen Ideologically inexorable Riding wicked willow-wisps To commune with Mother Nature
Sun-drenched shadows Lie in brackish brown Pervasively perverse puddles Upon light's convergence Ineffable lilliputian creatures Dance with morning's salutations On the fiery faces of children Witnesses to the illuminated tautology
Phantom suns In vacuum space Beside particulate matter Conversing capriciously Over matters of destitute Molecular misanthropes Their geometric incongruities Perplexing the wicked wraiths
Supernova, universal buffet A culminating casualty Of atomic discord Elemental vagabonds Cannot quell While white dwarfs shudder
Serendipitously, spheres of rock Tenuously tethered to each other Dance with glee 'round the fire Twisting, turning effortlessly In celestial synchronicity Into grateful gravitation Like discordant whimsicalities
Quantum quantification Of infinitely finite figures Surreptitiously silent In modern malevolence Helping hapless heroes Vindicate vapid valence Over decidedly dogmatic cults Perplexed by papal propaganda
© 2009 insanityAuthor's Note
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