A Sonnet

Artist Unknown

My methods are many and even none,
I speed through every formula for the One.
Every shade of life I re-enact,
Bear on my being each recoil’s impact.

In this dim forge a silent battle rages,
Like a worm I toil for earth and its ages.
I know not now the methods of aspiration, 
Nor retain any memory to be human.

I am a mass and a mixture of elements,
Now being recast by unknown hands.
A tireless craftsmen with a relentless will,
Shapes all of me by each single cell.

All life seems a laboratory and an experiment,
And I a witness and subject of this stupendous intent.