Cusps Converge Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Cusps converge then redivide,
Unexpectedly conceal
Symphonic links Time may reveal
Perchance some day, tune runes inside,
Subtle riddles read. Who’d ride
Concentric ripples round Fate’s wheel,
ON key, in tune with Future’s weal?
Vain mankind has often tried
Effect and Cause to link, provide
‘Real’ explanations for Life’s spiel,
Gust on Time’s breeze Death, Past, fast seal,
Ephemeral both ebb and tide.

Cusps connected can’t collide,
Unique the rule to school, unreel
Silk threads which, slippery as eel,
Prepare tomorrows far and wide,
Synchronous patterns spin, abide,
Chaos kept on even keel,
ONe law, or flaw, none can repeal.
Vision peripheral aside
Each should Cause search and not deride
Response-reaction’s ceaseless meal
Ground by and from Fate too few feel.
Effect? Coincidence’s bride!
Still stays writ, fit lock for Time’s sandy wall,
Will, Ways, Wit, knit knock, door, key, rhymes, and all.

Convergency men seize upon to show
One moment their superiority
Next time, when thwarted, claim 'bad luck', blame, see
Vicious circle, counterfeited flow.
Each act is judged upon what 'chance' may sow,
Responsibility depends on ends, means, meeting key
Grandeur, defeat, or opportunity,
ENigmas solved or fallow fields' dust blow.
To 'Fate' hard knocks, to 'self' praise due, view crow!
Come double standards, rewrite history
Ordaining 'hindsight' loco parentis
Unique divinity above, below.
No credibility's accorded judgement which
TERgiversation shows twixt which stitch switch.