A Cog in The Machine

 
Written by William Kekaula |
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Life advances their kind of entrusting stays,
origin of roots possessing foundation,
flung to care sprouts variable promises,
                         ~~executes each seed.

The great void advents the id of emptiness;
launched needs, yet farfetched and demanding the task,
contending the fathom fact of dimensions,
                         ~~inception account.

Countless bearings operate the mechanism,
instants cognitive effortless life makers,
quintessential beats absence into the void,
                         ~~marked units of time.

Simplistic explanative of a machine,
the inner workings of every component,
jointly toiling as a singularity,
                         ~~a fitting duty.

A pristine canvas lengthens on a tripod,
while a sable paintbrush jabs an empty point,
visionist Seurat and Signac rethink art,
                         ~~Pointillist purview.

A concert hall seasons an orchestra pit,
woodwinds, brass, percussion, strings, keyboards, chorale,
symphonic blends as a meek piccolo peal,
                         ~~a highest-pitched tune.

The world is our stage where we fulfill our roles,
all taking part in a scene that is rehearsed,
a constant performance since opening night,
                         ~~functioning beings.

Inconsequential entity's conjuring
queries who's who, what's what drives absoluteness, 
amassed strays, exacts focus o'er all, for I ...
                         ~~... am the unique one.

 

 

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Form of Poetry

Sapphic stanza

Author: William Kekaula
I am a retiree of the hospitality industry, presently, residing in my birthplace town of Hilo, Island of Hawaii, a.k.a. Big Island, in the 50th State of Hawaii, USA, and as a writer, I have a passion for poetry, fictional and nonfictional short stories.

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