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.