Its Shape Is Ours

What have we made? If it fits,
Does it follow that we made it
For ourselves, or that we can
Understand it, being our own?

We want to say what we don't
Understand can be made
To be understandable; we want
To understand what we want to say.

We can't. We understand that,
And we understand that it makes us
Mad in all senses, archaic and grand,
Contemporary and spare as a cube

We have designed for living in,
We who are determined to escape
The cave, the shades, the entrancing
Of us, the mages of our own hands.