I KNOW MORE THAN I CAN HEAR BY FAR.
WHAT I KNOW I TOUCH.
THE SOUND-RUSH NESTLES ON MY EAR.
THE LIGHT REVERBERATIONS FLICKER…
AND THEN FLUTTER INTO MY EYES SO CLEARLY.
TO KNOW IS TO “OWN”.
IN THE PAST IT IS “KNOWN”.
IN THE PRESENT IT IS “NOW”.
(Oh, Never Mind… Never You Mind)
WHATEVER I CAN FIND…
THESE THINGS…
I MAKE ‘EM MINE.
I OWN MY “KNOWN”…
AND IT CAN’T BE TAKEN AWAY.
THE MOTH THAT COMES TO EAT IT…
IS BUT THE DAWNING OF A “KNEW” DAY.
I AWAKE BEFORE THE DAWN TO BARE WITNESS
TO A CLEARING OUT OF A “KNEW” WAY.
“SALVATION IN THE EVEN-ING! BY MOURNING YOU’LL HAVE SHADE!”,
SAID THE NIGHT WATCHMAN TO THE NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD…
WHO THEN SAID,
“BY THE COUNT OF DRACULA I’LL HAVE THE WATCHMAN’S HEAD!”
TO BLEED… THEY BLED!
THEY FELL INTO A BED!
AND THEN THEY MADE LOVE INSTEAD;
NOT ANOTHER WORD WAS SAID...
By “THEM”… "not me!"...
I mean… "I" CAN "still talk" and all...
Sometimes... I mean...
oh, Forget IT!!! “REALLY”? -M-
