There... it is Copper... violet... blue at the edge Look at it. The little white sun... behind my hand I move one finger. There it is A world... from what it left behind Something... moved. Look? Again... They all turned At the edge of night... Something reaches toward the star. Beautiful... Too beautiful It divides... It joins... It moves Again. They’re opening Look at it... All of them Look at it... Don’t name it yet Ah... There it is.
