You snap the plumb, but that line (this line) isn't true.
That line (tat sat) is an horizon, and open to perspective
Or interpretation. When you seek out the hyacinth
Moment in the park, it can become your Carthage,
Or a painting of your Carthage. That makes no sense.
It makes you angry at the (as the) reader, at the sky
That reads us all. I'll make a reference to an urn,
And you can decide, flinging words at smoke while turning
The page.
