Justice in Just This

Unclouded light, pale sapling,
Beds of dun and grayish stones,
The scroll of an hour unrolled

Only to dissolve itself—
How is it what was destroys
What it was most recently

With more recently? The weight
Of the body in a chair
Is a measure of the love

An iron-hearted planet
Musters to alter the curve,
Scored by the body’s own scale.

There is a revolution,
And there are paint flakes in air.