Karl, by the hour
my certainties pass over me
as if they were finding their road by, on my clock's round.
If one has risen and gone on
I'd have to turn my head backward to see where it has set
and vanished large as it had risen.
My axioms of faith, of any other's treachery
have been too many sons, and shot my days with rockets
which were the barrage gone by and waste incurred in battles.
I glory most in my blindness
when I think a premonition is directly above my
not knowing or caring to imagine it has passed over my head.
I find a sure creation has moved like a planet
my eye has detected by its movements: if it is truly not phantasma-light
will
any fact orbit from our space.
aug, '49
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