By  Linda Imbler
The construct of realized man
is the ultimate conceit.
The finished image of man
is a blasphemous myth.
We must never believe
our desire for perfection
was consummated.
We must never resist evolution
to then be threatened
with the sword of Damocles.
Life should be transformation.
Change should be life’s very quality.
If we won’t adapt, we will be halted.
And neither the likes of us
nor the flavor of our thinking
will long endure.
Rather,
we will become part of history
and gain stability
only in a place among the worm casts.