this gathering of scattered drops,
this whim of a billion minds and mine
it's here we found Herself, both in and as the momentary Us.
until we flinched for fear, and by grave gravity of mind,
We fell —
now We are only Us, a structured billion few.
I and Her and Dreams unraveled when, in haste, we counted.
cold and classified.
we gave short names and shape to this most modern joy.
thus made known the billion minded touch,
and so was Her life unloaded.
clothed and cold,
she dares us still – any and all or each – to Know.