Sunday, December 9, 2012



Is there anything you don't know?
    
   You know what you feel
    what you think
    what you say
    and what you don’t say.

    I never do.

How can you be so sure?

    You know all those things about me too
    That I don’t know. 



I am a tangle of ignorance
    Every day you work at the knots    
And every day,
I am a little closer  
to Knowing.

    Did you think I could find my way from here?
    I lost all the pieces of knowing
    you gave me,
    when you left.

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