epiphany begging

Perhaps you came and I was hunkered down,
You wandered through and I was playing the clown,
Maybe you loitered wondering and I was living virtually,
Until untouched your feet shook with unwelcome dust.

Perhaps under a monk’s cloak you disguised,
Or behind a drunken mask and stolen cap,
I’ve killed my brother and am wandering dreaming spires,
License me extra strong: stave away the cold.

But I was asleep. Contracted comfortable cataracts,
Blinded by an endless present. I missed your coming,
Epiphany begging.