A New Mythology

In a world
of isometrics
give and take
and "spread-upon-its,"
not one loss would
fill the sonnets,
each haiku
its weight in phonics,
an iconographic sea
of symbols,
all revealed
in fields of thimbles;
this is how I'd walk.

And to explain
this madder vision,
each channel spied
and made decision
would be color-coded,
and this how it goes:

Orange is the body's world,
the universe at large:
the physical,
the mandible,
the hand
on tree or barge.

Purple is the mental life,
the reason for the names and strife
that fills accountants' heads;
for, when they tend to sleep at night,
they object count in beds.

The land of feeling, green, endures
and makes our hearts grow tuned;
for, if the ghosts' emotions past
will talk, it is through ancient runes.

Lastly then, the psychic trace,
the soul or spirit's lairs,
for there, within the manless limb,
the tidal wave of cares.

All these the players now are named,
the world thus populated,
and now is set the stage of truth,
our story now created.

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