is the spark
from which the bonfires
of great art start—
by which the smooth
and cornerless light
of perception
is permitted
to scatter, and our
awareness to increase.
But many are we
who'd ride shotgun
for the dark,
who'd just as soon
disown
our own sentience
if it meant we'd
never have to hear
the disharmony;
we'd rather use and use
to the point
of abuse
that which we already
think of as "ours"
than so much as
show respect
to our hatred
of the new.
