A Mind of Its Own

The mind can’t make the glass work.
If it curves in, all it sees
Is mind and mind and more mind,

Minds to the ends of the world,
Which are just more minds, in mind.
But if the glass tilts out, mind

Goes out of it, none at all,
Just a world of fires and dark,
Of warm sun, wind in the grass,

Rain on the bricks of the house
Built to keep mind dry in rain,
But no sign of mind at home.

What a strange scene. Crane its neck
How it will, mind sees the world
All in mind, no mind in world.