Politia ?F Zenon Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

My ship went down, but I, Zenon from Cyprus, built up
in Athens a ship of philosophy, so I have a superb trip.

I was researching to define my own Politia, where
a man as a divine seed may confess with temperance,
union with God, the nature, be a virtuous world leader;
then I was fuelled with energy by the Fire of Heraclitus
who landed with his time engine and took me for a flight
'Let us fly to Citium and establish a new Stoa', proposes.

‘Down there, see Newton; insists on gravity’, points at him
‘that scientist on quanta, the other on electromagnetic fields.
On the left, see a scientist searching subatomic corpuscles,
The one, to right, prefers waves; see Einstein on Relativity.’

Then we land at harbour’s entrance and stand as Kolossos.
Heraclitus supports the right leg of the statue, me the left one.

‘You, aggloamericans! ’, I tell, ‘Your fermionios and bolonios
consist the vibrating chords of fire I introduced in my century.
Space is a multispace, it’s in an inner space, it’s just an iota.’

'Hey', I voice out, 'Knowledge has eleven fire dimensions
length, width, height do not suffice at all for my own Politia.
As Talantos, you sink and can’t catch the fruit from my tree'.

'Dimensions are the eleven chords of the fire', we both say,
'they endlessly vibrate by the Word, the only wise God.’

My ship went down, I built up a Politia and had a superb trip.