Unpublished - a couple of editors were tempted but their journals folded before they could print it.

Lines Written for an Innovation Seminar,

October 2003

Perhaps I am a number in a homomorphic space,

but do not set me free, for I fear annihilation.

My own reality depends on putting bonds in place

and influencing others with the spores of my creation.

Chemical formulations, the solutions that I spin,

form fragile threads that brush the cheeks of those who, unaware

of polymeric artistry, ignore the chains within

their mundane household artefacts, or knowing, do not care.

Those I know will soon be gone, my products superseded.

So I dust the winds with concepts that mentally infest

a broader world of vectors, for carriers are needed

to delocalise one’s being, to partially arrest

descent of Entropy’s declivity

by continuous creativity.