#219 truth theorem

sitting against the cold the neighbor’s light in direct competition against the seventh full moon a six-winged sparkle flickers before me smiles and is gone the theorem beautiful only when wrong i am still and not yet half awake the light directly in front of me deceives as do my dreams my willingness to believe in the instant and trust the wisdom of impulse the theorem beautiful only when wrong bhagiti 11.25.07 perrysburg, oh