It's amazing what lies in a droplet of thought
enough to make and unmake the world
I try not to think about it a lot
When I reach for those thoughts my dreams come unfurled
but can drops and scraps keep one going
to a non-existent deity I pray.
I wish I could mold and shape
and that dreams were made of clay
so I could make them real – if only for myself
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