Never Know Poem by Cee Bea

Never Know



conductors we are.
huddled masses
of pure potential
placed upon planes
of resistance

the expanse of the universe
only equals the expanse
of theory

if predeterminations are a truth.

whirligigs don't get it
the oceans
don't care
and man

man will never know

Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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