09-12-2020, 12:56 AM
The Symbolos are entities
That tell the truth in riddles
Whether in great complexities
Or tunes upon a fiddle
One sat upon a too-small throne
His visage like a fractal
He speaks his mind with poetry
In meter ever-dactyl:
"Reading this poem in a poem is a soul
Whose vision of me is apart and not whole
And likewise, whose knowledge of words is not such
To see, in this poem in a poem, very much"
His words sent echoes through the room
Which found itself in open air
And though it felt just like a tomb
The walls of which just were not there
And so all things are tied apart
A riddle like a work of art
And in Symbolic brush we find
The strokes that make a thinking mind
That tell the truth in riddles
Whether in great complexities
Or tunes upon a fiddle
One sat upon a too-small throne
His visage like a fractal
He speaks his mind with poetry
In meter ever-dactyl:
"Reading this poem in a poem is a soul
Whose vision of me is apart and not whole
And likewise, whose knowledge of words is not such
To see, in this poem in a poem, very much"
His words sent echoes through the room
Which found itself in open air
And though it felt just like a tomb
The walls of which just were not there
And so all things are tied apart
A riddle like a work of art
And in Symbolic brush we find
The strokes that make a thinking mind