Unraveling the Knot of Knowledge
I was certain.
I was sure.
I knew what I knew—
until I didn’t.
A thread pulled,
a question I never meant to ask,
a whisper splitting at the seams.
The more I learn,
the less I know.
The less I know,
the more I understand.
I trace the edges of truth,
only to find them fraying.
I tighten the knot.
I loosen the knot.
I untangle it. I make it worse.
I follow the thread back to the beginning—
but the beginning isn’t there.
The fibers unravel between my fingers,
silk turning to dust,
logic thinning like stretched cloth.
I tell myself it makes sense.
I tell myself it doesn’t.
Both things are true.
Neither is.
I pull again.
The thread coils, writhes, tightens around my wrists—
or maybe those aren’t my wrists.
If I keep pulling,
will anything be left of me at all?
Copyright © Aarron Tuckett | Year Posted 2025
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