I am a blind star gazer. Sometimes, looking up I see lights. Sometimes I think I’m imagining them. In any case, this is the condition of the first people on earth.
I take this feeling with me into the house. Clutching a spoon I’m the first spoon man. Yes I made it at home with a private forge.
Don’t you know there are wonders in the ordinary room?
Sure. Tell me to go to hell. You’ve got big things on your mind.
Here I am with my Sanskrit dust mote eyes and imaginary stars.