Knowing Never the Knowledge of Knots

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Because today to not make sense makes far more sense than making any sense in the first place.

Oh sweet is sweetness
And cold is damp
And all other inevitabilities too
But what is What
When none are They
And all are inexorably Who?

We dance with music
Lyrics are songs
And other obviousness too
But how are we We
When they are not Them
And truth can never truly be true?

Oh hopeless is hopelessness
And thoughtless our thoughts
And all other inaptitude too
But is sight for blind folk
And ears for the deaf
And tongues for only the mutes?

We poor, poor folk
Who sit and ponder
While sullenly
Wondering too
We know what the answer
For we think not the question
When We are not They who never knew Who…

Submitted: May 15, 2008

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i liked the word plays. 'ears for the deaf'. wonderful. take cae.

Fri, May 16th, 2008 10:21pm


Thank you very much. I love your comments, and would love to see more.

Fri, May 16th, 2008 3:22pm


Ichi Clairvoyance

As always, you mask the simplicity in a huge web of intracate wording. :) I like this one, though, too.

Thu, June 5th, 2008 4:24pm


Intricate!?! Nay, nay my friend. The simplicity is covered only by complexities conjured from your own being, not mine. I state what is there, you interpret it however you wish. Cupcake-chan!

Thu, June 5th, 2008 9:37am