Know Don’t Know

what lives in silence and storms,
in the absence of desire
and devotion to form?

Know don’t know.

what beckons in the heart of questions,
in the movement of breath
and resolved expression?

Know don’t know.

what shines on open arms and open face,
in budding romance and a lover’s embrace?

Know don’t know.

1 Comment

  1. Brilliant.


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