The Unknown
A constant yearning
for that which we know not
Insecurity;
The only virtue we are provided
What comes tomorrow?
What is yesterday?
and a constant,
none to be found.
We are better than the Angels we say
Yet the unknown shrouds us
perpetually in Erebus
We are yet to find the light
But we ask ourselves
What is the light?
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The Unknown
Poetrysearch in the darkness as Orpheus did once to learn his secrets as he is : to know the secrets of the unknown A collection of poems for those willing to look beyond what is seen.
