The unknown
fascinates
teases
the known.
Look, here it calls.
Here!
Here lies the answer
to old
forgotten questions
dying
in the dust
beneath the bed.
The unknown
glowers
in semi reprehension
at the vileness
with which
the truth has spoken.
Look, here it shouts!
Here.
Herein is the simple
spoken truth
dying a diseased death.
The unknown
is leaving.
I must leave with it.
(3-06-1999)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.