watching trees spending (out) their strings
of years like lamps of shade:
There was a hanging moss of winds
that swam th'sunshines--soft!
& an outcropt jungle suddenly burst upon
a Song of very verdigris with many reds
as rimless as th'days like rays!
So, "What lies beyond the ultraviolets?"
we all inquire as if we'd already
seen Th'Truth in the sunshines steady
^{214} see Debussy Preludes Book I@