The world well contracted—
midnight having flown and left,
the world should be folded in,
some five hundred times, so
we can catch it all up.
Feel its spires, its gorges besides,
our own finger-ridges to range and weigh it,
and judge it, if it should bore us too much.
That’s the kind of quick accounting we do—
hurry the door through and trip to sleep.
-2004
