Anti-clear

Anti-clear version new,
the sun packed version now with the moon.
Too much bright for your eyes,
filled with enough light to make you cry.

Delusional ramblings from the priest,
the words you understand he doesn’t speak.
A tried and true method of fun,
sing his words and his words are song.

Seeping silently in through a nook,
light always finds a way to ledger your book.
Words written on the pages you see,
words that scare you make you clatter your teeth.