matter. See the hand shade
the eye when thought
becomes too bright,
watch a dream repeat
itself in real life,
bodies of lovers
in arc, the movement
of the lips and mouth,
the furrowed brow
molding the actions
of a child,
a bowed head
mourning the loss
of life.
Rush now, kings
and queens of thought,
reach into the light, your hands
into the darkness,
mold your
lovely kingdoms.
