In The Cold

In forging futures,
societies manufacture
temples
as logical and natural
as the secret in your heart-of-hearts,
expressing
what you'd live.

societies manufacture
ideas from blueprints
held in libraries
programming conscience
I am an outstanding
product of my society

Temples
grow conscience
from conscience
for/by conscience-
like life grows life
from life
for/by life-
or thought
or taste
Just as love spreads wings
springing souls alight
on the hottest of days
and coldest of nights

Logical and Natural
is unimaginative
birds sing the same song
elk travel the same path
beavers build the same house
swans parade the same color
Creative life creates life
As a result, Life-
tips lances with irrationality
to sometimes win
and sometimes lose

The secret of our heart-of-hearts.
a spark of desire
in the wish-song-
a speck of stardust
agitating reality-
a seed growing
pearls of wisdom-
a secret smothered
yet unconquerable
like hot-topic
it expands pregnant
in consciousness
birthing irrational feelings

expressing
such feelings as love
hate, despair, self-worth
your feelings grow into thoughts
and thoughts into consciousness
of what you feel
Cyclical synergy
building creation
in cycles of abuse
or patterns of love
or wisdom of thoughts
with Life as long as the Universe
or brief as an Ant,
it turns

What you'd live,
is what one learns.
and what one thinks about,
is what one feels about.
it turns back upon itself
what you'd learn,
is what you live.
and what one feels about,
is what one thinks about.

The Robot that was Man
is out standing,
love spreading wings
to sometimes win
pearls of wisdom
from cyclical synergy
living, feeling, and thinking.