SELF REFLECTIVE EXPANSION OF AN OLD  ARCHAIC CLICHE  (7-9-16 & 2-1-18, Cathedral City (Cove), California)

   
if necessity    
is truly      
the mother    
of all    
invention    
then surely    
imagination    
must be    
the vital    
father seed    
of manifested    
success    
with the      
yielded fruits    
of such      
success    
being    
each living    
child    
itself    
at least    
as i      
suddenly    
inwardly    
perceived it    
here now    
in this    
my somewhat    
overly simplified    
though      
creatively      
imagined    
metaphoric    
ways    
intuitively sensed    
freely    
expressed    
lesser    
yet more    
playful    
word spawned    
scheme of    
things    
from which    
it takes    
the now    
long fallen    
no longer    
quite    
as golden    
archaic detritus    
of old      
to further    
break its    
essence down    
to resprout    
it transformed    
into something    
strange    
yet newly    
now      
reborn    
into simply    
what      
it is    
something    
completely new    
to feel    
or maybe    
ponder awhile    
upon    
or    
perhaps  
only just    
another    
ghostly echo    
sung    
out into      
the ever    
hungering void    
of the    
too rapidly    
devolving      
long suffering    
dissolving    
once more  
eden like  
realm  
of this  
now possibly    
irreperable    
temporal world    
even if      
its sighing  
its pleading  
and crying  
dying    
last gasps  
are never    
heard    
at all    
much like      
the history    
of this    
constantly troubled    
now too    
hard fallen    
to pick    
itself    
back up    
again    
oh so  
illusory worlds  
quickly      
fading    
silent ripple    
soon      
enough now  
trailing off    
into some  
unknown  
peaceful    
nothing    
or who      
knows    
what  
who can    
even say    
maybe    
like this    
poem    
itself    
through necessity    
imagination    
deeper vision    
and      
inspiration    
it too      
might somehow    
manifest    
itself  
reborn      
up from    
the essence    
of its      
fallen      
archaic detritus      
into      
something      
wholey    
even holy    
new    
more golden    
glowing    
than it    
ever was    
before    
more pure    
and radiantly      
sublime    
than mankind    
can even    
begin    
to imagine    
with      
or without    
us    
to ever    
know      
or not    
at      
all