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.)