The mind is a vast reflective dome,
its lucent walls a record of magnetic scenes
and whether laid down by chance or choice –
a review of that record Fate destines.

Presence of mind ignited in that first long look
into the surface of life’s glass of recognition
which was a startling, but not a final, demarcation
between deep dreams and self-cognition.

A magic lamp projects our adventures here
until every arc of our sphere knows its shine –
then life’s deep colors into white light combine
to reflect iridescent on the surface of a depth of wine.