(A poem by me)
There’s a difference between transparent and clear.
One you go look for, the other one’s here.
The one that is near leaves you no room to fear,
There’s never more substance left to appear.
The other one’s missing from sight early on.
You have to go find it before it is gone.
You’ve seen just enough with your heart to seek more.
And after some time it appears at your door,
And when you see it there you fall to the floor.
And there is your answer,
More clear than before.