Curse the Candle (not the Darkness)
but Clarity, Consistency, and Coherence
is a losing battle but nevertheless one fights
steadfast with stalwart intestinal fortitude
for the Good of the Whole of course.
what COUNT counts—
not winning as any decent
Goedel’s theorem and an immaculate
conception, a bolt from the blue,
invasion of the holy spirit—
might as well ask Joe
Fish to define wet,
let alone dry.
rightly ask me walking on water and
an immaculate conceiver, removed from
fault, flaw, error, mistake, slipping and
sliding, confusion, mess, and muddle.
“I’m on a mission from God” I say—
nothing but a channel. "O,"
you’d think they’d say,
"hark! In that case
I’m all ears.”