are we not
she said
all
thrilled with mystery
do we not desire those de
licious moments
not
knowing
precisely
what is happening
don’t you
find it maddening the need
to know
and isn’t it extraordinary when
there’s something new
you simply must ex
plore
doesn’t it keep you
on your toes
doesn’t it make you
choose your clothes more carefully
put on make up
get the hair done so
organise to have a …
but how boring
she said
when there’s no
thing hidden
nothing left for you to un
cover
for the betterment
and good
of your soul
don’t you feel
the need
for a little dis
tance
some room to breathe in
as the air
gets heavy
draped around you
it cloys fam
iliar to you it is
too
too
old
oh doesn’t it get tedious
when it’s all
so
known
© Frank Prem, 2003
Nicely laid out
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🙂 The known is boredom and — if one remains only there — sorrow.
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Too true, Tom. The next thing is both, unknown and … next.
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