In Threes Poem by Brian Minniear

I ponder the weight of my body,
Ponder the weight of my spirit,
...Of my emotion.

Yet, unlike their gravities
And the stars to which they are exclusively drawn
Cry out in recognition

These things we know no more
Carry us, invariably on
And invariably back

Steeper the apex, surmount
In celebration recall the slope of the arc then
We raze these plateaus and attempt to dwell there, upon

The surmise that we evolved wingless
Our whole lives consigned then
To pursue that perpetually fleeting sense of security

These things we know no more.

And I would submit, for the sake of argument, that
It becomes quite plausible these are things
That we also know no less.