Perspective
Without perspective we can live in white
Infinity, far longer than the space
In Leonardo. Chinese painters’ sight
Swerves larger like an Orthodox choir’s bass
In search of certain formlessness. Their blanks
Loom almost misty like the missing smile
On Mona Lisa’s mouth. Plum blossom ranks
Supposedly are shown but this is guile.
The subject is behind and far beyond
The blooms and branches and the spring. The aim
Is more the depth of haze above a pond
As bottomless as what the sages claim.
..The meaning of the cosmos is like haar
….That never knew a ship or guessed a star.