Saying crystal clear

is like saying

easy as math:

rarely is a crystal

free of obstructive

particulates

or opaque cloudiness.

If you don’t believe me,

try this simple equation:

3x + 1. It will

make clear this poem

easy as math.

The space between

arrogant and wise

vibrates at 3 Hz,

which provides

scientific explanation

for my communication’s

perpetual breakdown.

(By the way,

I can think of

no more accomodating

vehicle to travel in

than a handbasket.)