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The speaker admits never knowing the names of his visions, then undercuts the mystery by saying he can always look them up.

The joke is sharp because it refuses to romanticize revelation. Vision arrives first and the filing system later, so transcendence gets dragged back into reference books, labels, and worldly afterthought.

Two-line shrug: never known the name of any vision, but can always go look it up.

The poem lets the reference manual stand in for the vision. The joke is self-deprecating and nearly domestic — visions are events in search of indexes. The speaker's unembarrassed trust that names exist somewhere is the page's quiet humor.