She sits a-top the giant block of stone
And reads the words which he had thought alone,
Herself clean individual whose gaze
Comes from her thought about a thought
Of what is real, her future’s days
Prepared from that which is to what she ought.
Behind her, up and over, sky high,
The giant thinker magnifies her “I”.
O Artist of glad earthly focused might,
I thank you for your vision hard and bright!