Scales
If you think there is nothing larger than the sky
That enfolds seas and hills
Take a look into my eye
Where all their contents spills
And I am larger than my sight
It's but an organ of my soul
And plays its music to the light
Dripping from the sunrise gold
Why then you explore the moon
Leaching white her dusty breast
Man is the paradox, the spoon
And His creation's nobliest
The sun goes down the image dies
A wind made ragged on a plain
A sight at which the living sighs
The solemn emptiness of pain
A cup of water filled the room with steam
And larger than its origin
Measures me out in dream
For once condensed by sin
And rolled into a liquid ball
I poised upon a point of leaf
And here pondering my fall
I shiver with a sense of grief
Nay, a dull and leaden pall
I felt not beyond light's brim
Before the bell's pregnant call
Before in me a dust did swim
As if I was the universe of all
You need so much star to make
The dust, so I could not crawl
Until a worm the leaf did shake
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