You alone have nothing to do,
And unlike me you don’t like it.
I am described in general terms.
You can’t tell from this that I was
A unique individual.
Let your wish grow greater, until
You can stretch your arm to the sky,
Pinch the sunlight and snap it off
Like a simple switch on a wall.
You’re so much more than a number,
A more esoteric structure,
And I’m a minor composer
Of cobbler’s patches for your thoughts.
So now you know. You can darken
The universe. I can watch you.