There is something you don't know that
I know you don't know. It is
important (as so many things we don't
know are). Must I tell you? After all, who
am I? I am tired, and I don't know how
you will respond to this important
to you unknown thing. Will you take it
out on me? Excuses, excuses—
doing nothing while the world courses
along imagined paths with untold unknowns
collecting, dwindling, drying up in
memory's void…