So ever

That there would be anything

but the breaking of day

to better beg the question,

historically, I know not of it.

The question being, of course,

how to go about this.

I pause never less than a breath

to spring upon the fragments of this,

the unleavened artillery, that perches

sometimes thoughtfully,

sometimes thoughtlessly,

in clouds of space all about my frame.

Impending then, the answer.

So curious it seems to me,

to spend so many hours in pursuit of that

which may not take a form I’d know,

even should I ever come upon it.

Nevertheless, I thought

So ever I’d query

Whatsoever,

Wheresoever,

Howsoever long;

Until I came to there

which may not be.

Lucky it is then,

that I have come to see

that what I seek and what I think

shall never intersect under my command.

For the only thing I know

is that I know no thing

but that contained within

this very phrase.

And with every being out

in search of answers never found,

ought not we be so ever more

concentrated on the questions?