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?