The simultaneous art of overhanging and centring. One must hit the bull on invisible targets. Poetic art is stochastic. It compels to aim accurately facing the indeterminate. One should work together both limit and limitlessness.
Poetry is the art of fighting with appearances.
A close combat indeed against the alder of its capacity to break up and recombine what is given. But also leaving them out under the shower. Both waterlogging and second-hand. Saving or embezzeling. Spoiling appearances or saving them.