St. Monday and the Ignorants

He made the summit in order to see,
because he needed a certain remove,
and silence, and some distance from the wood-lines.

He knew he needed to be farther to get closer,
because he could not write in blood, and ink
requires some time to dry.

From there he was free not to be he,
to be the shrub under the broad-leaves,
and to show that becoming.

But the wood-lines failed him there,
as they'd failed him when they crossed his brow;
the leaves were spots in his eyes.

Infinite spots and no lines or else
a line that moved upon and overwhelmed him,
encircling the summit with his ascent.

-- Samuel Ashland