The Eternal Sea...

 In the distance,
     through the fog and trees,
i hear the faint roar of the highway,
     almost like waves upon the shore,
the ebb and flow of traffic
     from Route Eight's winding path
alongside the Naugatuck River to the sea... 

Carry me there, in birch bark canoe,
     swift and true but not straight
with towns and villages to go through
     where sparkling water still flows,
eddys swirl and moss grows sweet among the rocks
     anchoring trees older than our short time...

Climbing back,
     yes, digging out
from the Graveyard of Civilization
     where one dies from lack of creation,
where one good idea
     leads to a thousand distillations
until the art is sucked dry
     and the rind is cast on the floor;
greedy, ravenous eyes
     always searching for more,
the next "current sensation"
     For there is no more gestation,
these wonders emerge entire,
     riding in on seahorses atop foamy waves
or from sacrosanct board rooms
     where new wizards conspire
to turn, first the heads
     then the minds of Man
for the thirty (and then some)  pieces of silver
     and a stable 401K Plan...

It really is simple, i guess, to understand
     though something i can never comprehend
which can only lead, i've been thinking
     to a sad and tragic end...