“Such are the ‘nows’ that pass”
These words that no one knows.
We mean us. Not the one
Who sets us down in thought.
That is not our real me.
Did you know me once meant
A thing close to what art
Might mean to you these days?
But that’s not what we mean
When we say no one knows.
No one knows the first word
Or what the first word meant.
This may be sad to us,
But we don’t know for sure.
We may have thoughts that come
To us, not just through us,
But we’re still words to you,
Not you. What could we know?
