To Know What We Do Not Know

Though inaudible, I will 
hear you― clear and distinct, 
offering to be understood. 
Destigmatizing the ghost of truth 
and be accepted. 

The noises still persist 
of the parables. Who was the 
king without a crown? 

Accepting nihilism, I will 
ask my inner voice, will 
you meet the god? 

In anguish I search the answers 
to deepest mysteries. 

Do not wash the words. 
Your hands will pick up 
the fallen moon in dirt. 

The slanted eyes. 
You want to drown in the 
crevices of pain.