The Truth Is Just a Hearth God for Your Soul

That truth was but that it was
Made known to none in this world,

Was a thought that crossed the mind.
And that’s what you have to love

Of a mind built out of thoughts
Half-housed in words and half smoke

That pours out as the house bursts—
That the mind can make up dolls

And gods, all sorts of small toys
Out of what the mind can’t know.

Think of a thing that can’t be.
Think that it is. There you go.