The what of what, the who of who
The why of why, the no of know,
The distance set by one or two,
How to forget the me and you.
All must comply with curiosities
Of genuines and pomposities.
Like the eye of I and pigs that fly.
Philosophies can ossify
These weary queries that deny
In endless try. Scraping earth and sweeping by
The end of up past the sky.
Mourning morning does not play
Exigencies of the day to soften,
Squeeze unease or disarray.
The detrimental fundamentals often say
The opposites of what they mean
But one must take what one can glean
Underneath or inbetween
What is hidden, what is seen.