The poet, upon observing a Stanford sunset (or, The American: Part II)

The poet, upon observing a Stanford sunset (or, The American: Part II)

The poet, upon observing a Stanford sunset,Describes description. He peers at himselfFiltering through boughs, cresting over hillsides,Unexplored on the veins of canvas. A frank speculation on twilightMust now be captured. Enmeshed. Neutered. He stops, thinks, weighs, inveighs, Demurs, hates, self-immolates, Samsara.Even the slightest chance ofAbsolutionFettered (!) by teleological malaise. Or is it technological? American? All the same—The sun …