given

the world was never made
as given to us, in the design of our eyes
to reframe this rough charcoal world
to leave to our children’s coloring
to each our own aesthetic of preconceptions
indeed, what is enough?
in the architectures brick upon brick
each generation’s forthcoming sensibility
sees the gaps in the wall
greater to presume the heroics yet to prove
for the world that tantalizing yet could be
for the adept of vision
which sees poverty smuggled in the riches
blessedly never satisfied
as dawn will not have ceased to invent the day
nor does sight unsee the future perfect