Not knowing is to see clearly; knowing is to see without clarity. In these eight poems I drop back to a knowing point of view, in the hopes of understanding the world and how I fit into it a little better. Written with hesitancy, and comprehensible in only the slightest time, I draw a world in these poems that is doomed to obey the laws of Nature, regardless of what we may wish. (Mature themes.) More
The moon has no age, as time is a human construct; if that doesn't pass by you, then you'll get the gist of these eight dark and knowing poems.
No one sees as clearly as a lunatic; no one can see clearly, or express what they see, if they are knowing. Contrary to conventional wisdom, striking self-confidence is a sure sign of deficiencies in character; on the other hand, those who do actually know a thing or two about themselves and the world are hesitant to speak up, perhaps because what they have to say is not so perky and upbeat.
Poems like these can be depressing, if you are wont to hold illusions; if you seek the ever-unattainable truth, however, I believe you'll find these cathartic.
I firmly believe in reality - I just don't know what it is. I attempt to lasso the uncertainty principle in my writing, making all clear to my fuzzy-minded readers. Yes - I am one of THOSE people. Are you?