Verse 4
I saw through
the mist (our mist)
of mid-day Maryland.
I saw the four
revolving,
evolving,
dissolving moons in plain sight.
One named for me,
one named for the lord,
and the other two
yet to be named
as they are yet unnoticed.
Verse 5
I think that my creativity
is helped by my personal blindness.
(Holmes the cat likes chili? who thinks about that?)
I live in constant fear of my own personal enlightenment.
Think about it.
--Clarity leaves one with only the
plank (flank) blank-
slate we call eternity
and with the knowing
and the seeing
I cannot be sure that my
(human) expressionism
will thrive as it does
in its half-lit confusion.
Can you see.
The closer I come to the pure forever,
the closer I am to being pathetic and plain.
So I must raise a glass
to confusion,
and say a prayer for CNBC.
May they live in my heart
my retinas for the next three weeks.
(Then they can go.)
I need enlightenment to shop for Christmas.
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