In the distance, I see a great tower,
A built thing, a place.
Child, I’m a child, song of discovering—
I’ll move and explore.
There, a long hallway,
A dome, silent stars
Splitting the blackness from light—
I knock on the door of the universe.
Here, this small villa, this table, this pen.
I ask the universe: What? and Why?
Now wakened, I must remake the world,
One grain at a time.