Far be it for the world to mimic

What is merely metonymic,

Although it must be one of nature's goals

To show just bits of giant wholes,

And replace the impenetrable arts

With more fathomable parts,

Straightforward means and ends

What a sailor comprehends

To be not simile or metaphor,

But what the heavens really stand for,

So a corner of the greater sky

Fills the anxious searching eye

With all the comets, trees and land

The intellect can understand,

And what we see is what we get,

The entire world's silhouette, 

Not the planet, just the cave,

The titanic ocean wave by wave

Leaving it to some on shore

To suspect there might be more.


November 6th, 2002