A Mere Acquaintance

A mere acquaintance, not more
Precious moments lost significance
Swirly motions, pop-up book
Images on the walls
An infinite mirror
But limited visions because
We cannot see infinity
So we cannot see God
To even try to perceive
Infinity, your mind would blow
That is why an incarnation,
by taking on an imperfect form,
takes on the flaws of man.
Hail King Herod for his efforts,
yea, His death was not to be.
The Forms, the Forms. Or perhaps
He was the perfect form of “man-ness”.
That to me is madness,
never mind hopeless and pointless
Great disappointment had I,
let that be, a mere acquaintance.