The Unseen Unknown

 

Grey fog slowly descends like a shroud upon the dawn

Within the misty moments where the world has come and gone

The what wuzzes taunt what izzes

With the hopes of what will bees

Until the dark fog lifts revealing all that no one sees

 

You just cannot count on reality’s illusion being seeing

When you know that knowing isn’t knowing and being isn’t being

Truth’s a lie that’s truthfully told

Bends the will to willfully bend

And all that you were meant to be only happens in the end

 

Magic lives within the soul and roams in universal state

Smaller than a molecule and a billion times more great

Its attitude propels and steers it

To each and every hope and aim

And I just want to see its face and whisper you its name

 

 

       s. paul  (Sept. 2020)