Sealed into the cocoon
Of light and water, face
And racked reflection, voice

Of this aspiring burgher who disdained
(Dumb in his pride of mortified reserve)
The usufruct of half a continent.

Curtis, you’ve been American too long.
You don’t know what it feels like. You belong.
Don’t you, too entirely to explain?

Snow-white ray 
coal-black earth will 
swallow now. 

Truth is lies that have hardened.
This should be obvious from the fact that the obverse is also correct. The same obviousness obtains for correctness.

Truth, which will never be more than the notion of truth, keeps for itself only its own over-guarded presences. 

Sparrows disappear
As the shape of a wing is recognized; 
The front door, walked to 

Near the beginning of his first journey
The great traveller (who was to suffer
Shipwreck, the loss of all his wealth, his slaves

On the 17th day, Noah's wife went to the window
and saw only water and knew the world was lost.

On the 20th day, Noah's wife went to the window

Never before such a distant season of derision. 
Across town, the silo siren heralds an encore to panic. 

I will not, though I would, resolve,
As the New Year’s Eve comes on,
To do, not do, review, revolve