Not like we meant to. A word clinging to the frig catches our eye and it lines up from there. Sometimes it gets put back in the stacks and sometimes it goes center stage -- note 'eternity' in this particular inventory. And the title started out singular -- 'Eternity's Fool' -- but that seemed too exclusive and the addition of the 's' opened the whole thing up. And we liked the progression -- 'eternity,' the infinite now in the title that leads in the first line to a 'marble god,' distancing itself from the idea of the human Christ; 'eyes' that are blind, unlike the omnipotent vision of the Christian God; and the 'cloudy secrets' of humanity, life hidden from the distant, uncaring deity. Almost a deus ex machina thing.
readers reader, you have just experienced the most pretentious and unnecessary close reading of a refrigerator poem, EVER.
And because we like punctuation
A marble god's
eyes can't see
our cloudy secrets.
Oh, after such a preposterous post you deserve this