Considering infinity
The scale of what I do not know
Boggles my brain,
Not to mention Rumsfeld’s proposition
About the unknown unknowns.
I mean, I’m not even clear
What happens inside my own skin,
Let alone what’s going on in yours.
Do you, like me, make only guesses
Based on what you might remember
About how thing were
When you assumed you were paying attention
And were not distracted
By the atmospheric pressure,
Tectonic plate movements,
Or magma bubbling up to the surface
Of your misunderstood psyche?
It’s like shimmer on the highway.
It seems like that’s what you’re driving at,
But you never get there.
Eventually you stop paying attention
To what’s not there.
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