Imagination Exacerbates Mind ~ Monday, December 1, 2025
Fog rolls in off the coast, car lights useless
as if to drive through clam chowder, go slow
in a rush, humanity, nearly blind
totally impatient, such is success
how the unforewarned next generation
inside a stone, a beating heart, to show
science is poetry inside the mind
as memories roll in, remember faith
transforms the past as loss, enervation
order the structures of the mind, a tool
obeys the rules, functions like a lever
lifts a stone from the sea, a gem, a jewel
fulcrum balances the scales forever
objective correlative of a wraith
religion is never justice, just fear
suckling the teat of a goat, infant god
obtains the rule to establish the law
control with myths and legends, never vear
into oncoming traffic but the road
as hidden by the fog questions the rod
left by the fireplace, spoil the small flaw
contained as a mystery in the child
old enough to know nothing, a workload
needlessly on his back as punishment
traipse through the woods with a backpack and books
read underneath an elm, with pages bent
old dog ears, The Hobbit, nowhere, he looks
left and right, high and low, alone and wild
as if to drive through clam chowder, go slow
in a rush, humanity, nearly blind
totally impatient, such is success
how the unforewarned next generation
inside a stone, a beating heart, to show
science is poetry inside the mind
as memories roll in, remember faith
transforms the past as loss, enervation
order the structures of the mind, a tool
obeys the rules, functions like a lever
lifts a stone from the sea, a gem, a jewel
fulcrum balances the scales forever
objective correlative of a wraith
religion is never justice, just fear
suckling the teat of a goat, infant god
obtains the rule to establish the law
control with myths and legends, never vear
into oncoming traffic but the road
as hidden by the fog questions the rod
left by the fireplace, spoil the small flaw
contained as a mystery in the child
old enough to know nothing, a workload
needlessly on his back as punishment
traipse through the woods with a backpack and books
read underneath an elm, with pages bent
old dog ears, The Hobbit, nowhere, he looks
left and right, high and low, alone and wild
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