linda jenkinson - Notched Known

There is a certain amount not known
Who would want to weigh it?
Who wants to peek around static mountains corners
Forever?

If the longest bones are crossed
Would cheeks become so smooth?
Would the folding of long held ideas
Become such an obtuse nuisance?

Why cant we just bubble wrap
All of our known notches?

linda jenkinson

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