Not Knowing

This is the norm as illusion dissipates
Not knowing the future I compost not in any practical way
My life enhanced but not balanced on my results

There is nothing I have to do and very little that I know
Find much to do and ways to fill this now
Some pictures don't show themselves till they stop showing themselves

They end and as her chanting silence follow see hear point
Discern a path but don't believe your faculties
They will fail you are human or that something in you I write to

Normalization of the absurd I would not call it
In house or up a tree I would not create it
Not knowing not the problem not writing not the answer either

And so this starts to flow this last month of summer
Between Chicago and New York, but for how long?
Now for sure not knowing and finding that ok

My garden struggles in this heat with no hope in sight
My luck better balanced on my results each moment
No one has the answer not knowing we all do