Culture is the grandfather of prose.
The author, an extension
of a structural language born into;
his creations inherited
from the earliest of mornings.
Wild is authorship, an outlet more present
than the psychology of the individual.
Uniqueness lies not in the artistic mind,
but in the systemic life the mind exists within.
Humanity! not the end, nor the beginning.
We are but extensions of systemic naturalism,
expressing life within human thought;
whimsical in its metaphoric description.