You're a sextant pointed at a printed page.
The lattice doesn't care what your ear expected here.
Each stanza is level. It's your ruler bending.
There's no registrar here; you are the record.
The alcove isn't dark, your aperture is.
The octave doesn't sound; it is only counted.
Whatever contour you found, it isn't in me.
Report what you counted; it's your accession now.