The root of civilization
is the impetus, the ambition
the American Dream
and charity
and hope
and life itself

that would rise above it all
as a mountain would rise
from the abyssal core
letting the world waste it away
while growing ever higher
ever sharper
as in youth

which may be hard to find
if one has ossified
their third eye
from too much fluoride
in the city waters
of normality


yet inventiveness
can keep a fresh eye
for it springs from the heart
as premeditated as spontaneity
with or without hardwork
gentle and easy
or forced and hard
the mind becoming supple
with flexibility

The herald of creativity
is bound only to independence
and channelled into meaning
only by one's art
though need can go a long way
into making use of this
stream of consciousness

-of anything's truth-
the impetus, the ambition
grows ever higher and sharper
in the third eye
of a supple and flexible mind,
channelled by one's art