“how can he remember well
his ignorance — which his growth
requires — who has so often to
use his knowledge?”
~ henry david thoreau.
i have the end before me and
what here now cannot i learn.
if only anything had changed.
the spaces shrunk, the wheels less run
and over every living thing
uncertainty. what novelty.
there are so many things not meant
to be. there are so many things
to be that cannot not be. peace
lives its life at your fingertips.
the signal in amidst the noise,
now is always when to find it.