The Thing About Knowledge

I need you to know
that I don’t know.

Many trudged before us,
and I don’t know why
we were left to go alone.

The pain you feel,
I can’t tell you its origin
or cure.

I wouldn’t know the dueling
end of a sword
if someone threw down
their glove before me.

But I know the sun
will rise from the east.

I know you can only be healed
by living.

Most of all, when I know
nothing else in this world,
I know there is you
and there is me.

And that’s more than enough.

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