Never was there an impervious kind
So devious as the ruffled mind of a poet.
Taking every last devilish morsel to find,
Of heft, the weight of reality—to throw it

Clean through the fragilest panes
Of transparency—an unambiguous brick,
Enwrapped by a note that explains
How glass doesn’t shatter in a basic

Dull smash, nor in sensible clattering....