Regardless, the Poet

For the doing, or

For the having done?

Dark, starry heaven,

Absentee landlord,

We live in your world,

On a mote circling

A spark, on the arm

Of a swirling fire

On top of a wall

Of dark attractions

Folding time and light

So both disappear

In night always night.

For the having done

Or for the doing?

We are the giants

For whom other lives

Dedicate their lives

Without our knowing,

As you don’t know us,

Your motes, your poets,

Regardless, who write.