Melissus

Why white?
Why black?
Why iron?
Why rust?
Water or earth?
Silver or gold?
Living or dead?
Everything is as
it seems at first.
What exists
if it is true
must be true
to what it is.
Sky’s blue is
an unalterable blue.
Everything is as it is
despite frigid heat
or seething cold.
A worn door handle,
a disappearing crown,
a frayed hem,
a shattered diadem,
overtime my fingers
smooth a jagged stone;
everything that changes
must atone
to the one from which
all wonder comes.
What exists can’t perish
and what does not
will never be.
I am the man
I’ve always been
whomever disagrees
is truth’s enemy.
and will pay the price
divisiveness demands.
To anyone with eyes to see
our universe is
congruent uniformity.

II

Whatever ends
has no beginning
for if it ends
it could never
have been
and therefore is not
except as a figment
in the mind of one
who thought
they had observed
an end
of something
that never was.

III

What is
is not born
and can’t die.
What is
is boundless,
infinite in all
dimensions.
Since what is
is limitless
there is no other
only the one
of all there is.
 IV

Immutable—
imperishable—
suffering nothing—
neither diminishing
nor increasing—
it contains
a plenum
sans void,
sans movement—
at home
wherever
it is— everywhere
it is— exile
unimaginable—
satisfaction
bred deep into
bone beneath
evanescent skin.

Extensible and
everlasting
what was
the perfect ground
becomes
divine surround—
all else is
apparition
and leads one
to perdition.