Knowledge wanes

Poem

Knowledge wanes and so does increase

the shimmer essence of bayward bow

the loops that strain the surfeit ease

and races a pace it knows not how.

Before the dawn of dead creation

and after the period of life’s nascency

in time of suffused claymation

with robotic legs enfold to arms ascendancy

With war to bless, with combat create,

a footrace to the depths of oblivion

until the oldest clock strikes a quarter-eight

and the bombs to fly down from crosses in subblivion.

And then we know and then we feel

the heart then passed by Spear’s True Wheel.