On Method -- Mary Margaret Sloan

, rigged as one, a straight blue line
of ground trajects by accident, a horizon's device.
Long chains, circling codes, defend
an art of confusion, and obscure calculations

make quick and stealthy settlements. The towns
are no longer moveable. Nothing is so far removed from us as
to be beyond our reach or so hidden
that the chosen method will not discover it.
Catechized by the curious from the neutral

axis, our instructions will cover all the color differences
that can be remembered. As usual in places and in times
of extreme safety, throwing all forethought to fixed
repose, we follow the lucid, blue watercourses.