#810 - what I don't know

 

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what I don’t know

 

fills so many other heads

you may have seen pictures of libraries

or look into the web

 

in every corner

a question

sticky, tricky as

 

what I don’t know

comprises cosmos

you couldn’t make up this stuff

 

so many doors to never go through

but having once imagined

here’s a breeze comes

 

but why sky?

what I don’t have time for

runs from go to woe

 

back again, fangs and

what I don’t know

could hurt me after all

 

something like soul or love

bury heads

to hide from the fact

 

things I cannot guess

about which I have not the least idea

could start with why any of us, why here?

 

it’s all just the first inkling

of how little and lost

all are