after much thinking
i have determined
that knowing things
is impossible
all there is
is feeling things
i thought i knew
how to move forward
and i see now
it was fear driving flight
i thought i knew
my guitar and my flute
now i see
i was yearning to reproduce
memories
residue
is what
i build on
stacking bricks one upon another
to create what i think is solid
and grounded
though every brick
is hollow
Dark Matter 