Concentration

What may be May be made realized By writer and wrote word Although what may yet stand common Will be first ever absurd No act is but as godlike As intentional attention If all truth is stiffened solid By no more than mass consensus When attention is the shaker And the shaken is the moved And movers are the living And the living are the proved All breathers will be fastened As the mountains to the earth 'Til dream and inner shudder Lead to upper-end rebirth When fear be given precedence To love and reasoned thought All that which could have risen Will be left to crawl or trot Forever and ever