There is a curiosity that knows
I know
deathless ceiling of unknowing
I know
Querent,
Who I ask
is changing
all the time
changing
now changed.
How else is one to know
How is one to know how to proceed
the course of action
a non-reflective surface
a playing card on a wooden picnic table
a knot of knowing on a node of playing
How is one to know
How else is one to know how to proceed
How is one to make the motion against
And there's forever
and that's a mighty long time.
A wonderful style. I enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing, Rebecca Peace
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The only way to know is to try. Well done. Please read my poem 'The Empress Of My Heart'