The unsubordinated desire never ceases

 True

It is a lifelong grasping,

sometimes reaching desperation

Or dangerous in its strength.

   to know it or to have it

      is to know the unconquerable

and the unreachable

All true

So how are you enjoying the alternative

Does stillness suffice?

                                                         

  We hesitate along life's outer edges

   like a toddler forbidden to dip our toes

 into the everlasting waters

of our own backyard wading pool

though we know they must heal us

We live in an age

that belittles genius

to such an extent

The muse has all but fled

From humanity

Have you yet felt

the Divine dance of the muse

that one moment of it

Is not worth a lifetime

Of longing

Is ecstasy not reward enough?

Don't ever think

that the greyness

Or matchbox buildings

That meet your gaze

at every turn

In your downtown city

are the whole or even part

Of the story

They are merely the laboured results

Of tired and harried minds

That were paid by the brick

with the end result in mind

They are not

and were never meant to be

the boundaries

By which to define your reality

 Looking at objects of Visual Beauty

  should not be an extraneous addition

for the half-filled Sunday schedule

 Of  a bored retiree.

 It is a fundamental Human need.

 So sit in a house with bare walls

 and preach the utalitarian lifestyle

 To your own detriment.

 Just don't come calling on me

In twenty years time

  when your own staring eyes

Betray a mind

 No longer capable of a single moment

 of inspired

 thought.

                                                                   

                                                                    Western Art

                                                    Is strewn with the beautiful corpses

                                                                of many a fine
                                                     
                                                                 female figure.