The milkman came in the moonlight and the moonlight

Was less than moonlight. Nothing exists by itself.

The moonlight seemed to. Two people, three horses, an ox

And the sun, the waves together in the sea.

The moonlight and Aquinas seemed to. He spoke,

Kept speaking, of God. I changed the word to man.

The automaton, in logic self-contained,

Existed by itself. Or did the saint survive?

Did several spirits assume a single shape?

Theology after breakfast sticks to the eye.