I KNOW

I know you yet I don't know you 
but I know I know for sure I know it 
which makes no sense unless that no sense is already too much sense when you lose it. 
we are who we are doing what we have to do. 
but he becomes whatever he is whenever he wants to 
we are awestruck as light slices into darkness like a knife in cheese. todays delicacy is tomorrow's putrid teeming with maggots 
still there remains a gift as enduring and sure as our knowing what we know knowing we know not 
but only a body that glides to the rhythm of the wind walking the dark perch path pointing towards redemption 
then you find you are a stranger in your own head 
contemplating voices that exert manipulative words to weaken a resolve and kill the spirit 
but you insist on walking on the path that calls 
knowing the goal is attainable 
drawn in by the allure of the prize just ahead 
so the sun drives the clouds like a valiant Mohican 
and the journey returns through the maze and web
then he cut's to the chase before dusk approaches 
when you need stars to direct the wayward, unruly and weary 
he goes again to immense his mind in the illumination 
stark yet blighted by the rotten apple producing bitter wormwood
moving away from the glimpse my heart is embraced and prostrates
the finale is celebrated as the home coming of an exile king


 BY NANPON DAKAT