bodies are bodies, this means nothing
to the stars for they are bodies too
bare and cold and wanting
nothing but the endless joy of night

minds are minds, this means nothing
to the gods, for they are minds too
lost and forgotten and wanting
nothing but the joyful light of day

souls are souls, this means something
but what, that is the first question
and but why, that is the next — and the next
and the next until there is nothing left