We I you
Or one from the small set
Of options in the third person
How amid the infinity
Of objects actions and concepts
Persons affects and projects
Available in the universe
Can a set of options seem small

And yet the facets
Of the most perfect jewel
Must be shaped by somebody
Somebody must evoke the rush
Of shapes streaming by
Outside the subway car
Somebody somewhere
The little prison of time and space

But the universe is as capacious
As it ever was
The change therefore
Has been wrought
In a different perennial fixture
The bugbear of experience
The weaker pole
Of a false dichotomy

A particular hallucination
Sometimes afflicts
The neurologically troubled
In which a body part
Limb head or torso
Or the entire body
Expands to colossal size
Unlimited by the environs

Is it a hallucination then
That the environment
Has contracted
To the static cell
Insufficient time
To compose the lyric invocation
Insufficient space
To wield the lapidary instrument