PICARESQUE

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
& coffin-makers.     

            ... Theirs
the all too quickly disappearing

acquisitions, like empty acres
of veneering.          

        ... His is
the stroke of genius.

... Theirs          
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):                 

                            "I define
the World," by loosening its confines:

"They can white-wash the pale."