The soul’s reason
a smile after sickness,

light dropped
by glow-worms

stretching after stars.

Sickness smiles, then,
half-willingly,

half by system
and the other

whirling for joy.

This is the system
for reasoning,

light at an end
through looking-glass

the reason it displays.

A prayer
of the human species,

a force of the gust,
kissing itself in

tales of continuance.

[The first poem from a found sequence started today using Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s ANIMA POETÆ]