Known in Unknowing
swing low
sweet chariot
coming forth
to carry me home
swing low
sweet chariot
coming forth to carry me home.
the flow
the violent flow
of quiet unknowns
helps to settle
the nerves
and stretch hands
for home in
greater knowns.
which find me stripped,
running free
inside
revealed in the
light of all-knowledge
pass the gas
lights
the
street lamps
even the
storytellers
straight to the heart of life.
the majestic sun,
the wonder that scars
and
burns and skips rocks across my heart
proceed in abandon, unwise decision
silly and
wreak-less notions
of the human
condition
inside
all perfection.
shout all you see, all you know of him—
and swear you’ll keep clean
in a better heart; in perfect seeing,
what is hidden? nothing!
so what is imperfect in this love?
what is incomplete? nothing will escape
the authors pen, the artist’s touch—
even escape must be in love.
and i present my
myself,
in the will
unknown to me
in the will
that’s not my own
to be yours and yours completely.
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