Admittedly, Scullys' work here confused and at times baffled me. I am unused to the sight of the poem as a physical object, concerned with the role of space and light on the page. There is no foothold for this poetry—no sense of rhyme or meter. It is unusual and occasionally delightful like a child learning to measure the weight of the world for the first time. Scully has a clearly unique way of looking at the world and at language, using it as raw material over meaning. it is creative and thoughtful, but not necessarily for me.