What after all Is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean

Always fornicate / Between clean sheets and spit on a well-scrubbed floor.

Between
Our birth and death we may touch understanding
As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

I sometimes think
His critical judgement is so exquisite
It leaves us nothing to admire except his opinion.

What after all Is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean

Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.