The Plate Of Consciousness So Active Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

Have you tasted the dish of consciousness?
A produce of natural assortment it is
Like a doubled vision
Relishing is its outlook:
The elements, being, era, entity, and perpetuity.
As beautiful as viewing a sculpture
From many angles
The plate of consciousness so active My mental faculty: whence activities strings Initiating thoughts in calculated rhythm Like the sound of a crusader’s gong Kindly beckoning transgressors to be penitent
The existence of thought and melody Tarries both within and outside of time. The present is a point without dimension
The future: imagination;
The past is reminiscence.
The identity: a matter of boundless retreat.
Severance of consciousness
From the full being is a chimera
Only achieved by a figment of mind's eye.
Lo! Mortality: the single route
Permanent to consciousness loss,
Which does not end one's existence,
Only one's consciousness.
But consciousness a chore of the brain it is
Cannot outlast the brain
Any more than sight can outlast the eye.
Yet all being one, single and indissoluble,
Both within and outside of time.