Poem 37 (79) -- I don't know anything.

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

I don’t know anything.
Birds sing, dogs bark.
I try and write poetry.
A chorus of voices can steer
My direction and I’ll get lost.
I'm so dense I don’t know fear
And believe me, that costs.
There’s just one thing
That I overstand–
It’s less about the ring
Than about the hand.

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