Tuesday, September 4, 2018

To Not Know to What

Whatever’s alive that’s aware it is here
From the sentient biota we’d find very queer
In dimensional realms of which we’ve no idea
To all of the rest of the human regime
Whatever the brand of religion or scheme
For explaining This Thing (is it real or a dream?)
It ends up in the same conversation
To wonder how it can’t not be devastation
To not know to what you can prove you’ve relation.

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