The rainbow on the table, refracted through a glass

The Rainbow on the Table, Refracted Through a Glass



I’m praised only

for my detected purpose.

None but the quantum

students dissect

me at all.



Their bodies

do not feel so

but I run

the show.



Even the black

holes which lack

me still

wrap around

my fingers.



In photographs

I am there;

in music

I am there.



I dance:

around every angle

through each container.

I move:

over every silhouette,

above each cathedral.



They cannot see

I empower them.