Is perspective a spire, a strait, a place?    -- to begin with what can be seen but not divided   Where will we measure surface and plane so tamely, watching marked men, escapees, and peasants in the snow?    ? Finding, tilting, at a windmill. One move: feet and hands forward into schisms running backwards.    Align: lead the charge forward into forces turning westward.    In the snow, finding hidden places for the galliots,   awaiting an eager and pensive arrival of easels to paint a wiresonde and pout heresy    -- to stumble feet and hands forward into schisms running backwards