In Childhood, memories grew in sober silence,
curiosity pervaded throughout vision,
storms crafted rampart gorges, life clung in highlands.
Gasping for breath, I floated down the cleavage
brought to a land of plenty, ancients handed over seeds.
Thought seeped into my mind as I looked for earth
once fertile and barren, plants over threw in frenzy.
Wilderness became a garden of corporeality;
Shangri-La put complacence into my operation
with linear progression, weathered Eden into past,
Passion created reality beyond object.
Disciplined now, perception sits above ethereal matter.
Seeking aspiration is the gift of archaic semen.