Rubaiyat Of A Silicate Syndicate Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

So on this chequerboard of dames and knights
I see some scribblers write on what one writes
Long having writ move on from point to point
In chase of name for fame the flaming wights!
CAn moving finger that its game displays
SIng on with w[h}ine flask, bread and lisping lays
LIfe spend sans end with epigrams to tease
CAuse and Effect with well sustainèd blaze?

Shall I with hope lend you kaleidoscope
In hand expand with this collide! - O scope!
Let no crimes in my name be here engraved
If once cast down - dug up once again sounds dope!
CApacity conundrum from abyss
SIghs upwards with a timeless Kismet kiss,
LInks through the quintessential to prepare
CAse study never muddy, bearing bliss.

Slips startled from the superficial gear
Insist from shallows all to high idea
Lief rise to skies so sonorous, ne'er leave
Intact the piffle peddled on the ear!
CAter not unto the crowds that throng
SIft out the dross - their loss and not your wrong -
LIght shines as penetration venerates
CAst nets which fish with strokes surprising strong.

Sight is reclaimed, as eyes inflamed surmise
Insight is gleamed, well streamed despite disguise,
Lifting veils beyond which few can see -
Incandescence in a subtle guise.
CApture rapture, for once time is run
SItuation shadow shape and sun
LIttle difference know, yet grow to flow,
CAre not for shade when end is light begun!