Revenue.
Ad space.
Nothing cuts through
the inspiration vein
faster than a dollar bill.
Nothing impinges upon the will
quite like
an appeal to the ego.
Fortune and power
have swayed men’s minds
since long before I lost mine.
Such is the consequence
of dreaming free.
The intangible builds the palace,
but the stones make it real.
The hands that stack each brick
must be fed,
and someone must till the ground,
mill the flour,
bake the bread.
The dream may be
untouchable,
ephemeral,
but each one is
attainable.
It’s as if the mind
draws things from another world
and then finds ways
to create an analog in this one.
When our day is done
will we see
birth, death, and creation?
Rubber meets the road.
Cities get built.
Bombs explode.
All because we dreamed
of something that did not exist
in this world,
and made it so.
The most artificial,
is organic
in how it grows
from the imagination
of our minds,
to our hands,
to a kind of genesis.
All of this
is a part of our existence.
This world and the next.
Birth,
death,
and creation.
DJR – 2023
