Summum Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Age in mind, reasons tastes,
fears sear of rancid flesh;
youth's sweetness,
psyche's life charcoals imbued afresh;
thinking's convolution stings,
barb and bud of soul enmesh;
poisons three mocking truths,
priori, and posteriori thresh.

Conjure an illusory chortle,
unique for a world to view;
embellish reality's smirk,
hue brushed tear, eyes eschew;
ghastly spectre pierrot,
mime of death, seeks life's subdue;
mind aghast in thought's fears,
one schema, world pursues.

Strings of life collide,
fate's facts mauled in totality;
adrip in haematal pool,
birth trial a fertile lethality;
rule of thumb determines path,
for earth's commonality;
thought, an ideal mystique,
exnihilo, a soul's true duality.

Life's agendas, once pure,
now slain by death's sly despisal;
voice strains the mutes,
unaware that each is aglossal;
without the ideal 'one',
life's lot is dark's envassal;
relief given in His light,
sought is humankinds succursal.

Life, is thought
as essence 'causa sui' in times breath;
imagine it a difference of will,
its shadow civil death;
livid though time's test,
soul yet rules life on earth;
'Summum' begun upon life's start,
trust in it's worth.