know not...
know not
what
you know
already
hiding
in the folds
of indifference
until
you feel it
crawl
a tickle
a scare
a slap away
bug like
thing
and when
it bites
it is usually
fatal
forever
infected
to share
to inform
to encourage
others
a subtle
revolution
of insurrection
against ignorance
remove
the blinders
open windows
doors
allow
the fresh air
in
and out
to cleanse
the questions
asked
repeatedly
day
after day
week
to month
years into decades
by the century
likely
gone
so let
the inquiry
continue
words
that burn
in the piles
of extinction
to squash
such sense
of common
of critical
thought
of a wander
away
graze
in only
a few
far
from the crowds
true autonomy
shared
simply
be aware
know not
what
you know
already
hiding
in the folds
of indifference