I got out early and looked up
and there was an almost-full moon.
A little to the east
there were small ragged patches of clouds
that almost formed a perfect question mark.
Otherwise the sky was almost clear.
And the streets, the park, almost deserted.
Almost almost almost almost.
Not quite there. Not quite perfect.
"Mostly all. Very nearly. All but."
Unless preconceptions are removed.
Unless what is, is—and is therefore complete.
Unless unless.
Not less than. Lacking nothing.
Whole. Full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way your mind works. Excellent.
Thank you, brother. As people who play with and think about language, this kind of thinking comes naturally. -Glen