This is turning into yet another sequence
Either know one vast maker. All that is,
Might be, formed in an instant of fierce will.
Light, words expanding ever or until
Limit. A thought that's Theirs or Hers or His
An Aleph greater than our mind could hold
to try would blast. So never think you can.
know laid down laws. With which our world began
Coded in flesh. And constellations cold
have not the shape we think. Perception made
dragon crabclaw, sketched on dark field of sky.
We make things, think them real, consoling lie.
Or look on empty space and be afraid
either a fiction or so vast a mind.
We cannot think. There are no words to find.