Space between the trees brightens like a puzzle
in which we are only given fragments
a game laid out on the table
jigsaw of course

But even if more were included it would be a similar result:
Hearts   Red Dog   Beggar-My-Neighbor
No one can win with so many wasted efforts
the picture so incomplete and baffling

But as with forest-for-the-trees  we start somewhere
and proceed by jumping to conclusions
like expecting a science of great simplicity
where the laws link neatly flush left down the page
following the bullets

In order to be sure we ask the mancy’s for their inklings:
necro-  pyro-  tooth futures  buckle hollows,
names of the predators of the mid-littoral   if that might help
all the wild alveoli as if a tribe

Though we spin quickly the world stays in its place
The answer came back as it did in the periplus:
Start with an edge and work outward toward the curve of the earth
Use diagrams like dress patterns   cubes that switch polarities
bending lines like soup spoons
jiggle the numbers till the lock drops open
and this time the garden escapes 
and the residents remain