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