Flawed Gnostic
You see, I know almost exactly when:
Sunday, April second, six A.M.
“Almost “, I said. A meaty word again…
a year, in the past, the future? Amen
Why not a Rosy Cross? A Blinding Light?
Perhaps God has a strange fractal humor?
What good is the gift of the second sight
If one is not given facts for the rumor?
I even wrote the Dali Lama (twice!)
And receiving no reply, I looked within.
Introspection was “almost” worth the price.
Oh Adam, knowledge is a tempting sin.
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