I want to know everything
there is to know
Why the wind blows
and rivers flow
and why the birds cry
and why I’m shy around stages and sigh
you want to know too?
so we can flip through the perilous pages
cutting our thumbs on letters
and burning our eyes
while the sun mysteriously smiles
Maybe it’s not a futile chase
if the ghost turns into a face
If one of us wins the lottery, will she explain it to us?
Will she share – if she can?
the reason why we exist as man?
will we hope for what tomorrow brings
if we can’t begin to understand
impossible – solve the equation for x
not by it
one part of a hole – struggling
getting high enough for the view
to see what we forever thought we knew
but there’s no breath among the stars
no answer in the garden
no feelings in the truth
desperate we turn around the beauty
asking – why – is it necessary
in this sedative prison
the crazed man finds the answer in a prophet
the lucky ones in a patent office
the rest of us have to bear the humiliation of
finding truths in wooden coffins