New Frontiers For The Idea Wranglers

A space opens up and blossoms
when the desire to define it vanishes
with the morning mist.
And it is with this opening, this intrinsic
blossoming, where novelty and regeneration grow.
Here the Idea Wrangler stands guard and waits for
his/her moment to capitalize on the things that form
from the dust of all our abandoned reveries, or from
the vestiges of forgotten places, times, memories.
His/her mind is alert, and nothing in the "growing space"
is neglected out of a vain nostalgia
for the worn-out, archaic, or the execrable.
When the sun reaches its zenith in the sky,
when the space is replete with the greatest treasures,
the Idea Wrangler strolls into the atmosphere with
shiny boots and goes to town.