A fine, fine poem in form on "Verse Daily" today, though the poet is not a member here, as far as I know.
http://versedaily.com/
"Only — one thrust of conscience? — at the centre
their lying falters, their inventions lapse:
these are the woods not even thought might enter.
There are white spaces on the best of maps."
secrecies of white is to-die-for.