SOUNDBOARD

Principle of Operation

 

Where not but in human seams
Lie the hopes of finding grounds
As indefinable as streams,
As unprovable as sounds,
And who but you, professors
Of the sky, of sun,
To teach your impressionable lessers
Of the bangled spoils won
Through springs and jacks,
Tenon, truss, and bore
That early music lacks,
That righteous men ignore,
Instead of jumping at the chance
To deny the sense of tangle,
The sudden starts of dance,
The fireworks that dangle
From the slats and laths
Of parts, the mortise points
Of sleep, the unshaped paths
That meet at hopeless joints
Where angle, adz, and gable
Admissibly enable angels.