“The Artisan World” by W.S. Merwin

It turns but does not try to remember
it does not precede or follow
obey nor disobey
it is not answering a question
it arrives knowing without knowledge
it makes the pieces one by one in the dark
there is always enough dark
before time comes with the locusts
the insects of comparison the improvers
with their many legs in the dazzling air
makers of multiplication and series
they never touch what is awake here
and is not waiting nor asking nor fashioned
but is one with the uneven current of breathing
with the silence untouched by the rush of noise