copernicus risen

After so many workshops in which we urge one another to replace everything vague or general with "specific, concrete, sensory details", I've got to get out and play . . .

Copernicus Risen

Quite a few, someone had asked.

So I felt the overlap
of some larger-
scale forms.

If any of us "got" the arrangment
then we knew a whole
world, haunted.
Therein

Copernicus passed
slowly, poetic, quite at face
value, in unconscious
petrified form.

Perception must declare
itself, must disengage
from its awareness of the screen.

Clearly this view of the object revolves
around the earth via slight-of-hand,

with such universals or patterns
somehow already implicit
in every remark.

So our eyes lie prone, incredible,
downright wacky, as two cases
of a general kind.

To translate this roughly:

A single crucible
loses its hard outlines.
But it doesn't stop there.

It culminates in various
intersubjective selves of moral
behavior. Our collective

everything -- monolithic,
incontestable -- manifests
itself as a picture

of the music of the philosophers
of days to come