The only thing I know for certain

Is that I’m a partial being.


I fly with one wing

And yet a higher knowledge

Tells me that

Such a thing is impossible…


Then why can’t I see or feel

My other wing?


What else

Does this higher knowledge know?

How do I come to know

What it knows?


Why am I numb

To its existence?


I contemplate this Higher Knowledge

And I come to see Silence…

Words lose their voice

Their sounds dim into the distance.


I stand detached, dismembered

From the thoughts that were my breath


I now understand

That it’s their charm

I must reject

And their stories I must exit


I must do this knowingly

In the faith that I have another wing…


I will continue to fly.

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