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It’s hard to look back
when your neck is pressed
against a wall of ignorance and bliss

I don’t know my history
‘cause I didn’t see it happen

I guess it was
during the bathroom break
that so much went down


On a spinning ball barreling through space
that forever spreads like an emergent grimace

across the face of one just hearing
of a family tragedy now unfolding,

we trust that the best of us have some command
of the nature, the scope, of the full expanse;

if we knew the truth, we’d hole up underground,
bunker ourselves, and pray remain unfound,

for discovery would mean the discordant striking
of an ancient withheld silent wisdom, pricking

fears so long unfathomed,
we spent all our thousands

of years

behind gods.

image: David Wright