There Where One Finds A Man Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Sinking throbs, wall-mounted clock.
Something to fill in the span, -
There where one finds a man.

Man can be categorized
If he goes right, clockwise.
If reverse way - may turn sorry
Universal category.

Rundown truths, ambiguous vistas
Glimpsing, luring at a distance.
Something has to sieve the bran, -
There where you can find a man.

Losing bearings and mooring
To clutch at what's so alluring,
Yet of foul tack's so dreary,
Proving life's perennial theory.

Congruous gobs, streaks hexagonal
Flowing down th' artistic channel.
Something has to seize elan, -
There where one finds a man.

Waxen figures poised in motion,
Scenic faces, frozen emotions.
Long live anthropocentrism!
Art is a stagey cynicism...

Crowded galaxies in vertigoes
Pushing on (Existence goes) .
See: The Creational Ganglion,
There where one finds a true man!