This is the great appeal
That comes from our intent;
Into what we do feel,
It follows our descent.

Of that which isn’t voiced –
It speaks without a word;
Within the heart to hoist,
In this it is preferred.

Without the clearest cause,
Our game continues on;
Inside our minds applause
About what we will spawn.

In truth there isn’t much
That we will not include –
In seeing, smell or touch
And hear with attitude.

The fun is in the guilt
We all construct about
The structures we have built
And things that we seek out.