Twas that very recognizable phenomenon
one of those things
that if you were to ask anybody of any language
they'd know exactly what you were talking about
You know...
When you see a face you know you've seen before and
are thenceforth
trapped in this web of confusion that
seems to be inescapable unless
you figure out who the hell that was
But do you really always want to know?
Sharon thought she desired
knowledge, thinking knowledge to be required
Yet simultaneously, hypocritically regarded
the best things in life to be left as
mysteries
After all, she was a good Christian girl
who thought forgiveness was attainable
for all deeds of all men of all times
Quite sweetly she always sung about these things
with the most crisp and delicate of rhymes
Oh my!
"How excellent and exquisite is this, that I
so undeservedly get to have as mine."
Her world, her beauty, her salvation
her apartness from earth and all its devastation
and the gift of being embraced in purity
was all good and well and satisfying.
While meanwhile her atheist son who committed suicide in purgatory was crying
intermittently and in between was cynically
laughing about it all.
"She doesn't remember me or him.
God pleasing her with the lights dim.
I was entirely right on earth about my maxim:
The truth is not pleasing
You can be blissful while self-teasing!
I choose to be right
and knowing
into eternal apathy he was sewing
himself
away.
While his mother joyously skipped around
her rapist always in sight
and her son was never there
as if he was never born.
And all these thoughts raged through the son
whose name was Gilliger Martin Tanifold
