Through the Eyepiece

The hero of the assembly stood and spoke
ecclesiastically
shedding an outer layer of crustacean shell
and with an EKG
monitored the echelons of spiny marine invertebrate
creating repetitions of sound waves
echoed by a nymph
whose voice acoustics reflected from the walls
of our sensory system
filled with custard and whipped cream.

“Great Brilliance!” they exclaimed,
as the individual elements were formed of celestial bodies
eclipsed by a pastoral poem
exuding the mathematical techniques
of human civilization
and material wealth,
prudent and thrifty,
their goods and services functioning as a unit.

A light color of delight
from surgically removed rapture
is implanted in an organism
to regulate body temperature
along a mountainous plateau
where a large mass of communicating protons
manufactured in large quantities
skillfully sail the difficult lochs of knowledge
through works of art and craft.

A poet is conferred the rank of achievement
in masterpieces of consummate skill
and listed in a paste-like cement
of powdered lime
that one grinds one’s teeth on
while facing wind instruments
with finger holes and mouthpieces.

It was an event, a happening
occurring from time to time
in the Western Hemisphere
like an invasion of creative activity
in eight diatonic degrees
folded into eight leaves
and sung by eight voices
in the eight-octillionth year
of the marine mollusk
that glides with eight sucker-bearing tentacles.

I turn my eyepiece
to the overdosing optometrist,
the eccentric person,
the one that is odd,
left over from miscellaneous items
used by unskilled laborers
in a contest to disagree
on the state of being odious
while measuring the abnormalities of the teeth.

Our hero was unwittingly killed
on the adventurous voyage
by a cocktail made from
edible green pods
found in a small running stream
of the 3rd epoch of the Tertiary period
passed down to Mediterranean evergreens
growing on the ridge of an Aegean coast.