Remapping Morals

I seek not clarity. Man's vicissitude follicles his immediate tomorrow
I may assay, quantify the extremities of today, but what about cruel
time. It teases the statistics of my diluted present

Everyone is but a particle swaying destructive and
resentment is the resident between the gallows of heart
while skepticism throbs as a malignant splinter
deep within the channels of segregated morality

We twirl within the 49th octave of electromagnetic vibrations
but our words linger between two ticks of a clock and
the plasmic solar flares, they continue to violently shatter
my canvas of morals

Tranquility is now the virtual fantasy I have been meaning to wove
against all odds, that man may someday see beyond his energetic lust
that amidst the fabrics of this cosmic realm, leaps a lonesome hope

And I wish for this hope, to be the nexus of conscious bonds
which have endlessly been cast away into the furnace of hatred
built brick after brick, by the hands of one another

I seek peace. Man's faculty overgrown formulates his immediate mortality
I may trace, map the extremities of today, but what about cruel
time. It clogs the orifice to my thoughts.

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Note : As humans, we are said to exist within the 49th Octave of Vibration of the electromagnetic light spectrum. Below this range are barely visible radiant heat, then invisible infrared, television and radio waves, sound and brain waves; above it is barely visible ultraviolet, then the invisible frequencies of chemicals and perfumes, followed by x-rays, gamma rays, radium rays and unknown cosmic rays.

I have written this poem for myself. Not restricted to a structure, form, or flow.