what we don’t know

what we don’t know is vast enough
to fill up all of space;
the things we know could fit inside
a shambles, like — this place

but still we stagger bravely on
to conquer all, we go —
for it would seem we’re unaware
of all
that we don’t
know

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant