ideas
 lead a
     runic life
 of their own,
       root-spread,
  forming
              chains of
                    whispered
                      life
              in the dark,
                    fertile
                soil
         of the Deep Mind.

Inches away from
       the Tendrils
            of the Next Sprout,
             Reaching for
         Nourishment,
       Deeper, Broader,
             Thicker, than the
                 Next, weaker
                idea.

         until SUDDEN, as if from
       NOTHING, a green BLADE,
        then a BRIGHT BLOSSOM
           burst FORTH, small but
               WELL-FORMED,
               from HIDING to
              GROW toward the
              SUN, SHADING,
               SPREADING,
             laying NEW
           SEEDS

     in the
  dark.

 

--SSM 06/23/02