paradox of thoughts

I have seen a thousand suns        
Walking through the trenches at midnight,        
Thinking on orations of Descartes's dominion;          
I walked along, tired and alone        
        
I made it a point to see the pool shone        
As I eavesdropped the memorable eons,        
Where irises were iridescent metaphors;        
Herein drops the color of dreams         
And fine passages of continual cohesion;        
Patterns with dynamic new symmetries      
        
I went to the battlefield        
With fields of thought that lay in follow,        
The sun broke and illuminated the clouds overhead        
Layering the veiled light, I moved toward the sea,        
Unshaken by any prediluvian civilization,        
Or any white tide of redundant transparency        
Patently infantile, foreign to eloquent reality,      
        
Undaunted by difficulties of sea-nymphs        
Flowing over rocks, underlying the bonnets of misfits        
I walked to see if I held possessions        
Within the underlings or understandings        
        
My brow rose in suspicion of unforeseen events;        
Beautiful obstacles of Niebuhr, Cesar, and Tacitus,        
And the grafting that proceeds them in which     
        
The pleasure is in the life itself        
Describing a love for the native hills of home        
For my own part, a willingness to go to the battlefield        
Traveling along where the sun has been shown,        
Where there awaits the affection of a thousand red dawns