the spirit of pollination that possesses the birds and the bees, the winds and trees
to revitalize the earth.
the spark of danger that ignites in the pupil of the eye when it spots an attractive stranger
I live in the womb alongside creation.
I make men rise and raise nations.
I mold the fetus of curiosity that grows
and comes bursting from the bowels of innovation.
the gardener who plants seeds of conflict
hose that waters the parched ground of contentment — a life without passion.
the telemarketer that calls souls to action
the hairdresser that weaves tracks of lies and the knee that separates sweaty thighs.
the force that makes tongues enter nether regions and removes wedding bands for no good reason.
I dwell in each trust that casts out moral cares
and the misty depths of each affair.
the war that broke Troy over Helen.
the riches searched for by Magellan.
the sinking sand that all sanity fell in
I can evolve from chaos to subdued beauty
and steal a picture perfect ending from the movies.
Evaporate like morning dew on the grass
and move on to a new victim just as fast.
and change the trajectory of intentions like a portal.
You can reach me on the ground or in the mind.
What am I?