A poem about the discomfort of not knowing.

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The Poem: Not Knowing

Not knowing
opens and closes in darkness
like a flower blooming
in cold moonlight.

Allowing the hidden
to remain as such
gives way
to a knowing
that cannot be grasped –
only glimpsed
in the corner of your eye

as it falls like a star
and rises with the sun.

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