From Base Matter
will you make gold,
all on a new moons night.

Find your lump of clay,
your old dry bones,
your gutter piss.

Something so common
nobody notes it,
but you sense potential.

Trash from the street will do,
or weeds and dirt.
If it costs a lot, you can bet
its value has already been sapped.

This thing,
this Base Stuff,
is the seed of matter.
You will make it matter
by your steady attention
over a season.

An Artist
makes matter matter,
makes mind mind.

You mercurial mind,
obey your body.




This thing! Just look at it!