Who says

Who says the mind is
ever over matter!
And when the mind’s “it might”
doesn’t ever matter;

There is this lyric-like pattern
everything knows,
But man—by his hand even!—
he yeses and he nos!

Then a dawn’s eager heart
heats up the night,
And lay the darkness elsewhere
for a time tonight.

O how they riddle you,
and rise—
The sun the moon the stars and all—
and fall in your eyes

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