These swirls of black and
Grey and blue are not as
You have known for many
Of us feel that you are a
Ship goes by.

That there could be one.
That there could be two.
That there could be one.
Four men in four.

Looking, but without seeing
Consciousness itself.
The feeling of wondering has
Never been holy, and never
Will be.

Talk to God?
Nay.
Talk to Jean?
Perhaps.