What is it? That great mistress,
pursued by Descartes, Kant, Plato
that we bring to the precipice
of intelligence, never to swallow,
Always to lure and ever trying!
She hides everywhere, yet we choke!
So close, so tantalizing.
It is the greatest that are enveloped
most by her guiles
Lesser ones chasing money, or clothes
and after fading wiles.
But the few, the choice few
that feast of the ichor
that succulent honeydew
The spoiles go to that victor
Clarity anew
Clarity the paramour
Clarity true
Clarity of fabled lore.