The Moya View

Everything Known Will Be Unknown

Jonathan Moya recites Everything Known Will Be Unknown
          Soon, all I know will die,
be buried or burnt
in the bonfire,
lost to senses and thought,
become un-
known.

I will fall to my knees
and become a turtle
carrying my home
on my back.

If I cry out,
who will hear me?
Who will
know
me,
when everything
known
is gone?



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