In the small, hospital diner,
Seeking therapy in a poem,
I remove my glasses and see
Otherwise unique faces
Made general by haze.
Honest artists admit
They draw from hint and shadow
Approximate images;
For lust for an exact meaning
Creates and destroys all art.
Again I surround my sight
With its protective lens
Because the presence of fear
As found in certain uncertanty
Craves distinctions of sight.
Wow, great poem lerrellus, I love it’s subtle shifts and movements.
N.
That’s pretty good. It took me a little going over twice to finally get the just of it but I like it.
Certain Uncertainty.
I love that line!!
I like it a lot, especially the sentiment that "For lust for an exact meaning
Creates and destroys all art. " Nicely phrased.
It sounds serious. I hope as you leave after your last visit you will not be crossing the threshold into the unknown.
=D> this does not mean how wonderful your poems are , it just means how lucky you have someone to reply. Which makes it wonderful.
The more the replies and crqitue , and notice, the better the poem.
For my poems only consist either 2-0. 
Ditto from moi on that line, mein freund.
N.