what do I feel?
maybe
I
don’t
need
to
know.
maybe
thats
not
always
the
point.
maybe
the
better
question
is:
how?
How do I feel it?
how
do
I
connect
with
it
and
experience
it?
afterall
knowing
and
numbing
often
look
the
same.
inasmuch
as
my
knowing
numbs:
I profess uncertainty.
if
only
it
means
I
really feel,
if
only
it
means
I
really live.