Working It All Out; Phase 3: The Germination State

Self-Existing Moon day 15; Year of the Red Magnetic Moon; kin 47: Blue Galactic Hand

This is how I see it. Poetry today belongs to the state, bought and paid for by educational institutions, in service to its religion of secular materialism, and generally ignored by the greater population, probably for the reasons of all the above. It, like most things religious, has succumbed to the great temptations of power. Its coin is publication and its holy dollar, professorships. But somewhere in its great apostasy, the seed of something sacred waits.