Watch the course-grained fluid
trickle along the glass
passing through the kiss
to fall and land, finite
until none remain
Watch us build castles
great fortresses of pride
falling and crumbling
we reconstruct them
from the infinite to stand
Watch me sink, deeper, deeper
and Socrates draws figures
for me to recollect
or better yet
Jesus bends down to write
The Marauders 