Under a kinder—or perhaps a more
generous heaven
there should flow
a river
that's—appreciably wider;
in which
bright curvilinear and liquid letters—
whole hosts,
limpid, blue ink-
flecked and familial—could travel
together—coiling,
uncoiling
in their great silent rhythm—
unfettered
but intelligible—
towards a vast
and a safe,
and a clear,
and a clean,
and a general—Ocean
of blank paper—
spaciously,
if ambitiously
named—Comprehensibility.
