Hermetic

I Love this poem,,,I want more!, I
was just getting into it, and it ended,
I love the journey it takes one on, great write

Whatever style you set your hand to comes out pure gold. The only thing I wasn't crazy about is the title. It seemed a bit clinical for such a lovely write. Loved these lines, especially:

and throughout the boundless empyrean of ideation
in this billowing vapour that is elapsing illusion
my spirit has free reign

but, no matter where the now
as the clouds cannot mark nor taint the sky
so, too, nothing worldly can stain my soul

always, Cat

To fully digest this masterpiece

I shall have to visit the Google dictionary...
to enlighten me
great words i haven't imbibed
till as of now

empyrean of ideation....

is this a newly coined word ideation?

Your title has been around since man made the definition of the difference between him and the Animal kingdom..He use to in the old days think that animals were incapable of thought...
There you go, can't recall who said it first, but it is the fact that we think is the thing.. A great write on the rest of the poem with much gusto, though as they have said the title is maybe a cliché...
As Descartes famously put it “I think, therefore I am”, an assertion that has come to be known as the cogito. Certainly the cogito doesn’t seem like something that can be doubted, but if we are really to rely on it we should be certain that its truth can be divorced from Descartes’ philosophy. Here then I will attempt to reconstruct the cogito, as something that cannot be doubted, using a modern philosophical approach
.The phrase became a fundamental element of Western philosophy, as it was perceived to form a foundation for all knowledge.
While other knowledge could be a figment of imagination, deception or mistake, the very act of doubting one's own existence serves to some people as proof of the reality of one's own existence, or at least that of one's thought.
Ian.T thinks Only God Knows what that means LOL, Yours Yenti

Much more than a heterogenious collection of syllabaic utterences. Well, that about uses up My collection of big words lmao. I liked the idea of sitting off from oneself.............stan PS now you have inspired me to write with a similar title

i don't know if it is a deliberate attempt on your part to have a very strong ending to your poems but that's what struck me reading two of them back to back...

but, no matter where the now
as the clouds cannot mark nor taint the sky
so, too, nothing worldly can stain my soul

for me these lines lift your write several notches...not surprising though..since you are a seasoned writer...

much love..

I came back for another read through... nice changes. One question: Why the cap on Forever?

love, Cat

airy fairy homespun bullshit philosophy/theology whatever.

But great poetry to the feeble-minded.

the anima of void
so what is the animus of void?

I think I would dislike it less if you lost all the caps.

The new title is better sounding than the old, but implies close-mindedness.
If I had written this it would have been from a mind dripping with irony.

Actually I like it, you are a master word-crafter. I'm just being a bastard because I saw no real critical response to content.
Would like the last line better if it were phrased less pretentiously, perhaps something like
this world can't stain my soul.