If I could sum it up in a phrase
I’d say that more of what we know
to be out there is in here. More
authority in a seed than a tree,
more of it is making and less
made, more is self-loathing,
and yes, more, delusion.
What’s left is transitory,
a universe in passing, tools
to build things, more a warehouse
than playground, ingredients
and lighting for a feast
or for our starving.
Whatever we need.