Or what lies beyond?
Wallace Stevens' "Anecdote of a Jar" comes to mind:
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made a slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.
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