Endless Horizon

What is said is not of much import.  The 

Truth will be though I be mute.  Nor do I 

Fear my doubt.  I dip my pen in blackest 

Ink.  Providence hides not deformity

Nor disease, states itself in war, trade, love 

Of power, pleasure, hunger, need.  Coarsely 

Write down these facts, the solar system has 

No concern about its reputation.  

Nothing exceeds the anarchy in our 

Skies, hope and fear extend invisible.  

These not men but hungers, thirsts, fevers, the

Appetites walking; faith in chemistry, 

Meat and wine, wealth, machinery, freak and 

Extravagance.  We are not to do, but 

Let do.  Not work but be worked on.  We learn 

The manners of sun and moon, rivers and 

Rains, how to weigh a star’s path.  An eclipse 

Is precisely mapped.  History, passion, 

Duty open, so the will.  Though freedom 

Admitted, primordial atoms are 

Figured, every one a magnet, in all.

The universe is secured, and within

Chasm’s flowered slopes an endless horizon.