The Prism of Action

They sit around a pot of gold.
——{Gold: it is mountain gold, sure to be indigenous to some distant reach of the hardly inhabited}
——{They: those who speak like fairies and friars in riddles, rhymes, and rainbows}

The world is a problem and a wonder
——And they are the weavers!
———Deep weavers of superior realities.
——Answering complexities with poetry and sipping serenely at the summations of their sequined soliloquies.
All this while they warm themselves beside gold, mined from foreign shores.

Their conjectures are myriad miles away from the miner’s sweat
———–And catastrophic events,
———–And war,
———–And famine,
———–And poverty…
——{Conjectures: the philosophies of high-minded fairies and cushioned friars}
Yet it is faraway prisoners and miners and migrants that want for the prism of action to consolidate these polychromatic-spoken-verbs into the spectrum of tangible reality.
——{Verbs: the words of these café oligarchs and the kitchen aristocracy}

{They: I}
They are I.
Are we them?

As I sip on black gold,
Fresh pressed from a French press.

So pretty excited, this is the first poem I’ve worked on quite some time. This is definitely a fun craft to get back into! So what do you think? Clear enough? Too vague? Just right? I’d love to hear your feedback, creative criticism – whatever is most appropriate. (Apologies for the hidden formatting, I’m still learning the wonderful world of WordPress and [p.s.] it’s not Microsoft Word 2007 formatting friendly).