The Force of Will

Will yearns not for reality but for imagination

Crafting a world of potentiality upon goods unrealized and underdefined

Upon an entropic stage, will frivolously asserts itself with incantations

And yet symphonic providence incorporates wants myriad, however unrefined

Will preys upon the shifting foundations of life, promising security

Building towers upon dirt, and yet still they cannot stand

The more mysticism fails, the angrier will becomes, shouting epithets in minds and from thoughts wrenching forth purity

And yet no true good can be rendered from its misguided demand

All true good is pre-existent and must be recognized, not built

Just as a Tower to Heaven pales in comparison to the divine that inhabits everyday enchantment — Heaven coming to us

Wedding will to love tames and civilizes it, beast to beauty upon the rose’s wilt

From the shaky habitations of will’s towers rises a brilliant truss