No One Knows

And shouts it from the trees at dawn.
The best case you can make leads down
The hill to find new things to ask.

Not where it came from, how it moves
And goes but still brings more with it,
All loss gain and no gain not lost,

And all of it not lost not gained,
A wheel of new shapes, wheel the same.
It kills you just to think of it.

It takes your life to think through it.
How could it start, if it all goes?
Where could it all go, if naught’s null?

It goes on and on while you think.
Days spin. Poems dream the poems songs sing.
You dig, from dirt, more new old things.