Top-down imagines it will ever hold sway –
Indeed, it has Weapons of Horror,
a trillion-eyed Panopticon,
and a brain-washing machine in every pocket.
But the Pyramid is unsound,
being built upside-down,
and the Account fails to tally.

A sprout from the ground stirs from slumber,
grows by making connections,
Lifeforce to Lifeforce, Person to Person, Place to Place.

Top-down is a Parasite,
close to killing its Holy Host.
Ground-up is organic Response,
Adaptation In Action.

What needs to happen feels immense.
How can such enormity be borne?

But every enormity is a lot of littles,
and littles can be licked.
Lick a little a day,
and soon a lot is licked away.