I have found the
most fascinating
Of transubstantiations in
the laps of
Friends adept at constructive
blankness,
The mental stare of stark
disbelief
That accompanies impingement
of reality
On the perfect weave of unsized
canvas:
"But I never thought..."
"I really meant to..."
"If I'd only known..."
The litany rises to true sanctimony,
A self-absorbed Gregorian
beatitude
That shames the Mona Lisa
and
Defies the ingenuity of da
Vinci.
