Not Knowing

January 28, 2021

So what is left without me?

There's nothing in my place.

The knowing 'I am'

isn't replaced with a new knowing

that 'I am not'.

The illusion that I know my self,

is not replaced by anything

or any new knowing.

There's simply emptiness

Where I used to be

And an obviousness

That I was always empty.

There's just not knowing ...

and there's no knowing of that either.

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