Lights on the water, there is nothing to effect
water-to-diamond, or there is no candlelight to dance
water to boiling, or nothing will find water pulled
from its first-made form, though there is still breakage
in the light (so equal to the stars, it’s over everything
—or moonlight, or sunlight, everything in harmony
and everything bleak). One huge star seems
to stand in the way, with a halo and points of sound
flung from its center. There is a function that stands
before every being and which gives us all our attractions
and velocities — our testaments are origins, geometries.
There is no frank use of magic that we see in the world,
that is, on the level of inevitable breakage — general
and more than what follows, it sails below our mastery.