having sat here

having sat here,

                before the unpainted canvas

                                               in its infancy,

                                                       i now find this sprawling thought

                                                                                          of ripen’d ink to be as

such World..                                                                                                     capsized vessel

        expanse unforage’d, for                                                                                          caught

                                      its use grows lost                                                                      on single wave

                                                         on flattened sea,                                                                 off coast of World A’New–

                                                                           this driven:violent invert land

                                                                                                               of voyagers

                                                                                                                   voyeuring–