In the beginning there were days set aside for various tasks, ]— God's Justice by Anne Carson
Day one the moon, the stars, the heavens
Day two the land, the sea, the earth
Days three through seven are written.
Days three through seven are known.
But what about day eight, or day nine,
or day fourteen?
Is it because we don't know that they're written they seem unknown?
Or because we only want to know what is clearly written?
Why do we assume that the known is the written
and that the unknown isn't as well?
Is the beginning even the beginning?
Or is it just what's clearly written and known?
For all we could know,
is that the unknown is waiting to be written.
For it's beginning to be known,
for it's ending to be known.
For the unknown to be known.
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
