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KEEPIN’ ON
Don’t say why, say how.
Why presupposes an
unattainable degree
of reason, as in truth.
Happiness happened
in graduate school, with
wonder and growing edges
always in process,
Connecting in the same
tongue searching for the
how, puzzled by all the
unsolved mysteries
All the learning not
yet used! The flying bishop,
prophetic dreams, who,
what when where how
The tip of the plow
still unearthing that
which might be now
or in the future.
Could quantum mechanics,
going with the flow, free us
to occupy a niche in
our haunted cave?
I’m still curious and
not willing to leave my
lust for understanding
back with my bones.
Should that occur, I shall
go out hollering and hope
to transition into someone
else’s Muse.
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