I shall gather myself into myself again.
And I shall take my scattered selves
and make them one
I shall make them one
And I shall fuse them
into a polished crystal ball
where I can see the moon
Where I can see the flashing sun
I shall sit like a sybil
hour after hour intent
watching the future come
and the present go
and all the little shifting pictures
of people rushing
in tiny self importance
to and fro
