In the Winter of 2016, my omonim[1]visited me
And my Korean fiancé, her daughter, Emily
To plan our wedding ceremony,
Eagerly anticipating our matrimony.
Before going to dinner one night,
We visited a Merdardo Rosso exhibition.
Illuminated by interactive light,
My omonim insisted, love creates the aesthetician.
I think back often to what she said:
Indeed, True Relations clarify.
Now, I find myself well-wed,
And wise enough to never dare defy
My wife or her mother
In the least
With no one above her
I am allowed celestial peace.
Returning to Ol’ Rosso,
I enjoyed his plasters most oscuro,
Supported only by dusky luminescence
While his works in wax seemed incandescent.
-James B. Moog
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