The Dimming of Our Golden Complex

The bottom line is light. Our evolution

whose art is all the universe is in

the business of enlightening intent.

The management forgets that data though.

Security becomes the number one

priority. Assembly lines are down—

but the building is protected by

the best insurance money buys. And meanwhile,

Research and Development is digging

for their treasures in a thing as far

as they can dig, until they see they’re digging

in their self, except they never realize

that’s their self—they think that that's a thing.

That's the funny thing about fool’s god.

I Went to the Woods Because

Every element in the woods 

is responding to the light. 

Spontaneity is the only design. 

Branches grow to catch the rays 

appearing to have traveled since 

another branch grew in the way. 

It’s all about the love of leaves. 

Holy photosynthesis, 

have mercy on my eyes which long 

to look upon the artlessness 

of indigenous creation in 

this current draft of shade and sky. 

There’s nothing us trees don’t know. 

This is how awareness moves 

unattached to lines of thought. 

It’s why we go to the woods.