These dialogue stars dream of Thursday in November...
Perception keeps us whole, and it may just be time
To look rather than merely see...These testaments to divine light,
Years of work glare back at us...

Out from oil,
Out from marble,
Out from sound...

And sublimity,
seeking sanctuary in the written word...I
n the written word
To make the inspiration

Visible.
Audible.
Touchable.

To create a world from dust

That is what it means to be our own deities