Here you go again,
beating your dead livestock into the ground
one at a time
trying to make me see Truth
or Light
or whatever it is that's eating you today.
And now you demand why I do
whichever stupid thing
has your full attention this time.
But there are no words
to make you see through these eyes
or explain what I don't understand.
So I sit tight
and stare
or give an offhand shrug.
Because
as you said so many times,
"I don't know"
is not an answer.
Even if it's all I have.
July '01
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