Poem · January 1, 2014
Starting Over
I don't know anything!
A recognition, an insight, an exclamation -- that resonated.
I don't know anything!
I don't / know / anything!
I don't / know / ANYTHING!
I don't / know / ANYTHING!
I don't / know / ANYTHING!
Doesn't feel good. But the honesty feels respectable. Just being honest.
Then, two plain judgments:
When I don't eat, I lose weight; when I don't keep fit, I lose strength.
Therefore, food to eat, and a place to sleep.
Buy food, and pay the rent.
Better than homelessness.
Suicide?
Three siblings did this.
What did they know about what might come next?
Nothing!
It involved ignorance, not honesty.
These basic things actually set up quite a bit.
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