Where the West Began
A representation of the divine
presents itself as an allegory
inside the icon of a rising sun
as much so as it is contained
in the republic of marching ants,
creating a world of their own recognition
under sidewalk streets.
Every piece of plastic found
floating in the deep sea of themselves
symbolizes the ideal world.
We claw ourselves from caves of darkness
to see worldliness only in geometric lines,
which the artist bends and refracts
to take in their hand
nothing which creates something
within a divine source
which we view as an idea.