summons us,
not from a moldy
cheese sandwich,
a stained underpass,
or the Sistine Chapel.
To behold it, just switch
to a TV channel
that does not exist,
though the sages
proclaim that the eye of
a cable subscriber
can no more glimpse
heaven's window
than a camel can pass
through the eye of a needle.
But I have used the clicker
less clicked upon
and that has made
all the difference.
[A word of explanation would likely be appropriate here. The snow you see as static on your TV screen reflects the cosmic microwave background, the residual radiation from the Big Bang.]
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