One Dot

I wish to be neither here nor there,
nor anywhere in between,
but rather to say,
I prefer not.

I long to be before here and there,
in the bosom of the one dot,
but explode we must,
as stars we are made.

Poem

3:45 AM


How could you know anything
 if everything you knew
was known?

To know everything
would be to know nothing.
Where is life?

To know love and death
and everything between
would be no knowledge at all.