There are days when burden is indistinguishable from joy.

When each hour sticks, agglutinating,

Staggering you with their clumsy clinging.

I have seen you at once alone and not alone,

In paradoxical juxtaposition, unaware.

Oasis and desert, you carry yourself on your back.

When you see through all eyes, to blink

Is to tumble mountains.

When you hold all hearts in your heart,

One beat is an exterminating thunder.

In one hand you hold a kinetic sculpture,

In another a complex flower.

With a thousand other hands

You heal everyone.

Everywhere.

You must change the world

To disturb one pebble.

You do so.

When you are are all things, to shift your gaze

Is to tumble mountains.

Is to rotate the Earth.

You are the kinetic sculpture and the complex flower.

You are your own substrate.

I saw you in an octagonal room, where you were alone

And not alone. You held the paradox without effort.