On Method -- Mary Margaret Sloan

Understanding accuracies of reflection,
artificial horizons are read from the circular scale
giving the means as opposed to the meaning
of an incomplete fate prepared for the proprietors.

Some meters upstream from a waterfall,
a smooth flow anticipates the drop: time to
inspect the place of which so many
and such different accounts are current.
Travelling convulsively, some questions require

to remain without clear terms. Attentive as a medium
of transmission, rushing contours of sentience
nest hints in swerving dimensions. Quantity betrays
its lack, a memory for moods.