He paced the glassy surface of new poured sea
wringing his sculptor's hands in celestial anxiety.
A nagging tug, a vexing doubt
about creation, something about creation -
something obvious and overlooked.
That single lively thread, woven
in his own image in a split second of pride.
One thread, twisting in the solar winds
unraveling slowly down the eons....
are circumspect and clean, so clean
God forbid the ideas should touch one another
Or leak onto the plot next door
Which might accidentally create some
new upstart idea, something
Unclassifiable and awkward
Requiring a hazmat team to extract....
For fertility of ideas
multifamily structure is best
Stack em up
like floors in a highrise
Skyscrapers of boxes on a dock
rickety, shabbily
Zagging every which way
expanding in various directions
In danger of falling over
Askew. Like community garden patches,
Overgrown, seeding their neighbors
plots with something untoward and interesting....
--- Mad Mar (Mistryel) Walker
