on a dark question
to darken it further,
Time to take in
the view, the entire
daily tablescape.
Earthenmost shades -
and yet the effect
is of airy redemption.
That pledge of mud
the soul needs
to make its abstract journey.
Shapes huddle
in improvised families
out of the storm of seeing.
Wedges, half-moons,
rough squares: a simple
bag of tricks.
But everything
is accounted for
by these economies.
The epicurean
saint attends
to his plot of paint.
The world beyond
staying just the same,
only more so.
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