When I was a teenager it hit me
That any thread could unravel
The great sock of the universe
Take the word motivate for example
What is it that moves one to action
The social nexus
The simple the totalizing answer
But nexus fairly begs for unraveling

I was less interested in knitting
Than in disassembly
So nope
No transcendent aspirations
Only the mundane inclination
Toward a thing
The form inseparable from the object
Like the vertices of a square

Possibly something worth a damn
First tear down
Then build up again
But I
Deficit in attention to sequence
Often got stuck in step number 1

The artist the maker of something
Must have materials near at hand
Fortunately I was inefficient
And never completed the program
Of creative self-destruction
And I learned the hard way
The futility of comprehensiveness
And resolve in old age to step in number 2