Really built something,
A mount, a view,
Some proof
Singularity fits
Into the whole
The irregular and small
Kiss
Like a jigsaw puzzle
As if this monumental urge
To awe is something more
Than the shallow passage
Of cloud through sky
There is a need
For embodiment,
To represent, even in uniqueness,
Peace in permanence
No need to speak
To brethren
When the world can be set
Against its isolation
