FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i am the yeast of
bread. What you see
later is not
of my own doing.

The scent of bread
traveling from one window
to another is not mine.
It is owned by bread.

i am the maker of
a Cyclop. This giant with
one eye. It sees more
than what i see what
i created.

I am the mold
inoculated on
a fertile medium.
There is culture
there.

They call it art.
And the bread and the Cyclop
and the germ

have nothing like our
hands.
I hear them clapping.

They say
I authored them.
I deny.