temple+of+isis

Temple of Isis

(do you know why I carry you so?)

I make you: you not just a symphony, sculpture, fortune, garden, masterpiece because I summon you from nothing without hands and I cause you, miracle, to happen.

I watch the news and you have fingers. I read my novel and you can kick your legs.

Who is so powerful as me?

I sleep and, naturally gifted, without books or a doctorate, water rushes and you are finished, born, a person: entire, whole. Oh, am I strong then.

Who is so powerful as me?

(because I will see your face)