Thoughts clear as water
    bare views of heaven
Thoughts strong as wood
    bear fruits of love

Thoughts flower into music, color
    sparkle in memory's primal caverns
Thoughts sheer as steel
    bring crystal-sharp dreams of Day

Whoever thought that thought could bend
    like light in curved space?
    like lightning at night
      on a cold street
      in a shallow summer?
    like a cool breeze
      on a warm night
      in mid-October?

Whoever thought the day would come
When thought would have to fend for itself
    Against itself?
The day is here.