Sunday, August 10, 2014

Known Unknown

Whatever I am, 
I’m not distressed, 
nor unintelligent. 
Some call this ground 
awareness, but that’s 
as much a metaphor 
as the moon; 
abstract nouns 
are still concrete. 
I am unborn, 
undying, not two— 
that open space 
without a view.

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