Though I am known to God
As Hughlings, my friends call me
Hugh and leave it at that --
Grace takes care of the rest.
Though I do not believe
In anything or have any Jesus,
Yet I retain a kind of genius
For harmless lies.
It is as if during the day
I can still see the stars
Blazing out of the night
And truly see what is
not there. Some say
it is a harmless madness --
My friends though look deep
Into what were once my eyes
And all they see is night.