Hey @martinstomisin, I'm glad you liked it and thanks for chiming in on how you see the piece. I will happily comment a little on my "Writer's Intent." :-)

Firstly, I am obliged to give the disclaimer that I believe the meaning of a piece of poetry lives not primarily in the writing of it, but the reading of it. In other words, even for myself, the so-called "author," any given piece I write has no meaning so-to-speak until I am in the moment of reading it — either out loud, or in my head. And then, the meaning will always be subjective, revealed momentarily.

One aspect that I do feel I can easily elucidate is the process in which a given piece came into being.

In this case, the main inspiration for the piece was the first image in this post, which I created with Deep Dream Generator by filtering a smartphone photo of a plant in my backyard after heavy rain when the sun came out — through a collage of screenshots from the game Lost Relics and some public domain images.

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	Observing this image, the phrase "cybernetic leaves" came to mind, along with the intention to create a stream-of-consciousness piece with heavy focus on rhythm and rhyme — in other words, a VERSE poem.

In terms of impetus, that was all — that it be about "cybernetic leaves" and that it should flow rhythmically. As with other poems in which I don't specify a rigid meaning, I tend to gravitate towards speculation about (and ecstatic praise of) the beauty of existence, along with its mysterious origin in (I believe) some kind of cosmic hyperintelligence that in-forms it.

In this piece, I am daydreaming about the veins and patterns of leaves and how they display the masterwork of a living entity we call a plant — which descends from those unspeakably old beings, the first who dreamed such things until they became physical:

of beingnesses crumbling
from ancientness, and mumbling
the blessings of the first few thoughts:
what things those first few curses wrought!

Here also, I am poking fun at the joy — and pain — of existence by referring to those early thoughts (of which we all came) as both blessings and curses.

In the final stanza, I am expressing wonder at all the cells, molecules, bacteria, organs, etc. that make up living things as they "weave their spirals" to form veins for nutrients to flow through — whether blood or the fluid that transports the same in plants, and transitioning into speculating on human beings as a sort of "plant" which roams about, creating purposes of our own, exploring wildernesses and constructing shelters for ourselves in one enormous, terrible, and beautiful "cyb'netic [cybernetic] hymn."

(Note — the purpose of the pronuncation cyb'netic is to better fit the established rhythm of the piece)

Here is the Merriam-Webster's dictionary's current definition of "cybernetics" —

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to reflect upon my writing and caring enough to ask about my "Writer's Intent!" Below, for reference, I will show the rhythmic breakdown of the lines. Recently, I have not done well in recording recitations of my poem! This comment reminds me to return to that practice, as I feel it is easier for people to connect to my writing when I record myself speaking them.

Note that in the breakdown below:

• bold represents a stressed syllable
• italics represent an unstressed syllable

Thank you for reading @mineopoly :-)

I'm extremely glad that these lines painted a picture for you. You might get a kick out of reading my response to @martinstomisin above.

I can't wait for Autumn! It's already great in Summer. I love having a backyard.

Thanks @oldsoulnewb! Cheers.

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