Wow. This piece is amazing. I mean its so great. It kinda of made me think, like to make sure I actually got what each stanza meant, but that was cool.

Time, something which we never seem to have enough of and a thing that we curse at times for passing to slowly or to fast. Time the one thing we cannot change or control.

Bro you have taken poems to a whole new level.
What you have written here is .....I really can't find the right words.
I will put it in my favorites you're a talent my friend

DUDE :)
you make me smile a lot, for you are unique in writing. Don't ever change..
that is you.. mixing all sciences in one heavy piece with a big message.. chemistry, physics, math... You are so damn smart, and you seem so scientific with evey piece. Try working with the NASA ;)

I'll start by saying that its an awesome title.

"Remapping morals" -- This is what I could grasp from the title, assigning different views to one's standards of beliefs concerning what it is and its not acceptable for them to do.

"I seek not clarity. Man's vicissitude follicles his immediate tomorrow
I may assay, quantify the extremities of today, but what about cruel
time. It teases the statistics of my diluted present"

----The author doesn't seek being certain or definite on his knowledge. But base on my interpretation I could deduce that he knows that just as the falling of hairs that grow in the follicles can reflect the difficult times one has been through so can one's own interpretation of morals can cause difficult times for us.. Also the author knows time's role but he wonders what is he supposed to do or how is he supposed to act with the cruel time that messes with him.
But the author main focus is in this stanza has to be the word "vicissitude" since its means " a change of circumstances or fortune, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant"

"Everyone is but a particle swaying destructive and
resentment is the resident between the gallows of heart
while skepticism throbes as a malignant splinter
deep within the channels of segregated morality"

--- Humans are like particles that can move and be destructive for they hold between their hearts emotions of resentment such as anger and hatred.
Just as a skeptical that is not easily convince, can cause pain when they made distinctions or accusations of how someone behaves in society because they have doubts of what is right or wrong. Pretty much doubts can have some damage in people's emotions but also create a chaos in one's head for all the doubting.

"We twirl within the 49th octave of electromagnetic vibrations
but our words linger between two ticks of a clock and
the plasmic solar flares, they continue to violently shatter
my canvas of morals"

--- The 49th octave is the regular light that we see with our own eyes and so that's where we exists. But our words and actions can remain for a long time even if we can say them or do them in a short amount of time and they can cause damage to everyone and thus the author says that people's constant critics can shatter his canvas morals.

Tranquility is now the virtual fantasy I have been meaning to wove
against all odds, that man may someday see beyond his enegertic lust
that amidst the fabrics of this cosmic realm, leaps a lonesome hope

---- I really like the flow of this stanza though I'm not really sure what the author means but this is what I understood from it. Calm or peace is what the author really seeks or is trying to accomplish. He hopes that someday man will be able to open his eyes and see what really matters in life and leave aside ambitions and greediness.

And I wish for this hope, to be the nexus of conscious bonds
which have endlessly been cast away into the furnace of hatred
built brick after brick, by the hands of one another

--- And he hopes, that man be able to see what really matters and that having hope and faith for a better future will be the connection that unite people who have been forcefully throw away into hatred that has been created by their own hands and the misunderstandings that have been created by their own thoughts.

I seek peace. Man's faculty overgrown formulates his immediate mortality
I may trace, map the extremities of today, but what about cruel
time. It clogs the orifice to my thoughts.

---Yup, The author wants peace. Man's way of behaving or thinking can provoke his own death.
He can find, he can locate the difficulties of today's, But he still wonders what is he supposed to do with the cruel time that obstructs the opening of his thoughts.

So the author seeks tranquility, stability, peace, calmness and not just for him but for everyone.

^ Lu.

I didnt intend on writing a poem that could be interpreted stanza by stanza. That isnt my style. My focus is always more on the theme. But your effort on interpreting the poem is marvelous. The interpretation isnt all that I had in mind, but your interpretation is praise worthy. You understand the theme of this piece and its enough for me.

I love poems that really make me think.

I read this as though the writer believes we should go beyond the normal way of our thinking and our morals.

You mention the idea of tranquility as being a fantasy rather than something we can actually achieve in our own lives. This is brought by our own morals and values.

I love what you have written.

A few words I had to look up but that's OK because it allows me to have a deeper understanding of what you are writing about

x

This is one of those poems which delves deep into the lines of a deep thinker and in turn makes the reader think about things. Very...very like TJ said I too can't find the right words! Excellent!

Yip we have to remap morals etc to restore human nature-the peace and love we need to log onto the frequency of the Universe !

Very interesting lines~

We twirl within the 49th octave of electromagnetic vibrations
but our words linger between two ticks of a clock and
the plasmic solar flares, they continue to violently shatter
my canvas of morals

Somehow leading or depicting to a new level of consciousness. Great job! 5/5!

Very nice:)