Not, Not Whats There

There’s much I’ve learned, or else been taught, in actuality are not Control of actions and perceptions these I’ve mostly not The paths of lights from worlds above seem straight, in truth are not The speed of light is constant whether counters move or not A pussycat in box is dead yet live, this can be not To have one’s cake and eat it is a want that one cannot They say there is a holy one but see we just cannot Communicate with those who’ve passed they think but teally not There is another sense I feel but know this I cannot THIS DREAM THAT TIME HAS BIRTHED I must live but fathom not