The truth can't be
refused by the lowest-
lying waterhshed:
now plus acceleration
due to gravity
equals then;
in dribs and drabs, here
must diffuse
into there.
If only
a washbasin
could be invented
to collect the bygone
present which
condenses from thin air—
to preserve the raw
and the too-
haunted things,
and forestall them awhile
from that freefall
into yet—
a vessel to protect
the still-
pure and unadulterated,
to hold
the only thing
we can know
and prohibit
even the littlest
spill.
