Golden Flower's Riddle In Mathesis Universalis Poem by Lovita Morang

Golden flower's riddle in Mathesis universalis

Is it Descarte, in seat of the soul,
you see God's existence, seated
O gentleman, soldier scientist chanting
"Cogito ergo sum" in your dream argument
you kill evil demon, who cheated

What oaths, deeds and words on edgeways,
will be trusted without questions sway;
Where do you bury alive your sacred fire, Licinia
Hallowed by rites, that hold water
Gordian knot, where you knot
Yet, assaults inviolable,
O dying Gaul, Let not sacred sword plunge,
And drown the Garden of Sallu's in calm sea, grange
O kneeling Gaul on Seven hills, erupt
Like gladiatorial Winged Victory of Samothrace
Winged Goddess Nike, in palm branch, feathers trace
Sky thunderous, lordlier, cupped in his Palm, her speed, strength caress
in the sea of strength, where rivers never die, in disgrace
flowing gown of gold, lights pierce through the darkness,
glow in Garland of victory
Vault brimful a toast of triumph
Where it remain, in glory, in remains we see in marble body
Livy saw speeding time strumming into city,
Scripting, ancient origins are, yet ripe of Sabine beauties in shrine in hours, wee,
Yet, bloom in Golden flower's riddle, in Mathesis universalis twiddle.

-Lovita