He forged the corners
(4 of these, cheating
Reality) and framed it: Cubicle!
"To be filled out by the apprentices"
--His is the abiding offer
given to the avail
of the human undertakers
the all too quickly disappearing
acquisitions, like empty acres
... His is
the stroke of genius.
is History's protracted smearing.
--They are The Fatal Signs &
the unbalanced details (through which
prevails All Unity).
... He is
the fateful hitch (from where Truth hangs
its undetached scale):
the World," by loosening its confines:
"They can white-wash the pale."