It’s mind that matters, not the opposite,
For what comes first is immaterial,
As quantum science says, and Holy Writ:
It’s in the spell of words that all things dwell.
The universe, said Einstein, seems a thought
From which all things are subsequently wrought.
The poet, too, participates in this
Discovering that a poem has a mind,
A will that keeps the poet from going amiss
When its and his intentions are aligned:
If he complies with urges all unsought,
The poem manifests just as it ought.