Quiet, Sunday, Night

As usual,

                I am looking for words 
                to de-scribble handwriting 
                on an invisible page
                above my shoulders. 

                What have we here 
                the impression of us 
                multiplicity, rejection 
                of the philosopher's rock. 

                Gain, no. Metaphysics, again no.
                Questions, curiosity: closer. 
                Clarity is not an illusion, 
                but expecting to find 
                what you've been looking for