7

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.