the world knows itself best
- for who could better, how?
each tree between
the sun and eye a perfect
simulation of itself,
its every tiny leaf reaching
to be seen
though the fog blurs all
and a few brushstrokes
would be indistinguishable.
the world cannot be known
by any other thing to that extent,
hence unknowable: and
unfinishable
- except how a
sandcastle is finished, tools
put away, feet roughly cleaned.
there is no alternative
but the everchanging world,
so a better world
is always possible,
already present.
already present.