How clarity corrupts

Clarity corrupts in shedding skin 
As autumn slithers into snow
Understanding  shifts gears like an 
Old pick-up truck on a mountain pass
Groaning, grinding, getting there.

My clarity corrupts me with a cold cod stare, 
A frozen glare
That fixes on slick presentation and 
Begs for knowing less.  

Ignorance lost 
In an avalanche of knowing, 
The flurry of activity that preceded my 
Decision to come home early and creep upstairs 
--surprise!-- 
For you alone, and found her there.