"THE ORACLE'S DESIRE FOR DARKNESS GAVE..."

The oracle's desire for darkness gave
the inward window and the empty dome:
you being gone, I plot a concave
world, a sky-camera, where no light may come.

I cannot grow into the sun-flower,
as the insensitive garden turns towards light,
the summer-cock; your image, and none newer,
lies on this unstarred chamber's silvered plate.

The world gives back, upon the veiled tripod,
the single answer whose syllables reflect
immovably the presence of a god
hidden by the recording architect.