Sunday, March 14, 2004

Coherence

"Perfection of truth and of reality has in the end the same character"

I gazed into the night sky
With childlike innocence
And a twinkle in my eye.

How many stars,
There's oh so many stars.
But which is which?
I asked cousin Lars.

He shrugged.
Idiot. This boy was 2 years
My senior and knew nothing
About anything.

Regardless. I returned
My gaze to the sparkling
Show in the sky
But my attention
Was taken by my
David Beckham Trading Cards.

It was there that
I saw the stars.
Then over on
My bike's handlebars.
And on Mum's
Old flower vase.
Even on the face
Of cousin Lars!

This may not make sense.
But that is not my fault.