Mind Over Matter

Just one thought to trick the world.
Just one tiny curl uncurled.
An iron will for soft clay steel.
A factor for the fork to feel.

The air aflame with ever sense.
A torture for your reverence.
A concentrate deciet for God,
the stainless keeper of the rod.

With power wrought and static wield
unleash the awe and feeling feel'd.
I am all,
the end begun
and mind and matter fuse as one.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.