Intensions


 Like a shoot winds itself upwards towards the surface,
 Branching out, taking up water, nutrition and minerals,
 Intensions rise from innumerable, unconscious needs,
               Like out of darkness
               Of prehistoric times,
               Scarce of artefacts.

 Warming light beams glide with shadows over the planet,
 Touching criss-crossing organisms of millions of species,
 Unpredictable like in illusions, in deceptions, in darkness,
               Just enough to decipher
               Natural and human forces
               By search, probe, measure.

  Like a shoot winds itself upwards towards the sky,
  Branching out, taking up goals, means and power,
  Intensions rise into endless, cosmic dimensions,
               Like into vast darkness,
               Giving Mars men notice
               Of a hostile takeover.
	



Udo Frentzen 2019