A Hidden Place

My soul is mounting
A counter-insurgency to
Overthrow passé dicta

Of Implied covenants
Vainly erected in liminal
Spaces of a failed

Détente where arrogant
Frauds would exile Nature to
Subservience and force

The closure of ancient
Doors that once invited me
Within a hidden place

To contemplate the
Sentient mosaic of inferred
Futures heretofore never

Dreamt except in visions
Of genius by bohemian minds
Immune to sanctimony


Irreducible Primary
© Rob Taylor, 2011

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