Stream of Unconsciousness

“You don’t know

what you don’t know.”

 

Walking around half awake

with no thought of the other half.

 

Little secrets spoken so soft,

so long ago, even the whisper’s

 

faded into white noise

of unnoticed.

 

There’s always a dark side

of the moon

 

even when it is full of itself.

 

Psalm 139, the hope of being known, the hope of knowing.

“Kicking at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight.” Bruce Cockburn

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