Did not know
When the womb-lights came on
Don’t remember the breath-pain
When I came out gasping
And cried into the room-lights.
I know they happened
I know life means waking-up
From the night into the light of day
I know too that someday/night
I’ll not wake-up–lights out-air-out:
I’ll be off&gone — gasping done —
BUT I WON’T KNOW IT.
Poetries dream of ends in beginnings
And beginnings in ends
All I know is a life that sleeps and wakes
Between two unknowns of Before&After;
For such as me&we our joy-cry
Knows no other beginnings past gone.
Lights On to Lights Out! Dream On! Wake Not!
There must be a power-switch somewhere.
But I don’t know about it!
It sure seems a Switch with a Glitch,
Or a Glitch with a Switch —
With a “who knows which is which.”
The spin in existence and galaxies
May bounce their EB-A-BE back-and-forth
Like the see-saw-A-saw-see in the playground:
GwS-A-SwG : going-in&going-out&round-a-bout:
With us All a-middling till both ends are tied.
Strange–all this knowing about not knowing.
I mean, someday/night I’ll not wake-up
And not even know it. YIKES!
No more dreams to know — maybe that’s a good thing.
Surely its forever. Sure seems so.
I don’t know!
Born Again: Homo Sapiens——-Stupidiens!
A night-flown firefly chasing another dawn;
Trying to “glow” a nice life twixt Before&After
While the switch is still on:
And “learning” daily —
To not fall asleep at the switch!
I KNOW THAT!
mdok — 4/18 —