Making the world

Making the world in each moment,
cutting the shapes, fine-scissored,
blades sharpened on past being;
so do we make, and remake as we

go; variations on the theme of living,
and of knowing, and of dreaming,
where the equipment has been formed
on the anvil of time, and experiences

long gone, even though we believe
that what we trim neatly into form,
is something new, and unique to
what we choose to call our life.