Locutorio Poem by Leon Moon

To show you a thought,
Out of shape, desires envisioned
By rapacious alleles mummifying
A strip of water rectifying the collective
As being the product of one set principle,
Multiplication's of constancy, separate ideas
Confounding each other, minus upon minus,
Emancipated from any mode of self-contrived
Conditioning, the first step on stage before forgetting;
Austerity will never fit in.

Unconfined eternities colour reflections
And deck the hall of each fractalised degree,
Rotating upwards without ever truly knowing,
The very possibility of love accepted as royalty
Of the mind, of whatever we define as ourselves,
As long as the aesthetics of memory is (as)valued as a dream;
The plateau of experience is an ever shaking stillness founding dawn,
The only place it's from, and can belong, nourishing the return of innocence,
Ambitions of an ever-thinking God seeking a remedy stronger than his silence;
Infinity will never fit in.