The Art of Unknowing
I would speak to you
Of two worlds,
And diverged roads,
But you’ll tell me,
Why do I see none?
I would paint lines to you,
Tell you how they bend,
What curves they make,
What areas they dissect,
I would tell you all,
Yet those lines,
They will always remain,
Invisible to you.
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