Stream Of Being Poem by Oleh Wolansky

I

Oh the vapid poems instilled by the breathe stealing vision of that sound coming forth blazon horns clamorous rancorous debilitating euphoria delimit my boundary my mindscape hath forthcoming the inimitable illimitable horizon of inspiration blowing from the hyperborean summits of freedom down to the trenches in seas of servitude.

II
To serve this world and all the worlds,
To report the winds of change on all fronts,
To inspire those who are willing to experiment on the edge of the void,
To desire the advancement of the human spirit by becoming solely spirit,
To concatenate that spirit into a physical entity which is wholly one with itself
To grace all of nature, with every impression, formulating a new sphere of representation,
To establish a newer perspective with all possible past perspectives peripherally present
To prescribe the ideas pertinent to each particular situation;
Parallel with current advancements in thought these new eyes engender progress.