April 3: The Knower
I know it in my knower, you say–
Is that like the justice knew pornography?
Or the white page, black ink of typography?
I know a place where monochrome
means only shades of gray.
I admire the resolve,
and yet my questions stand.
Who’s to say what’s gospel
when blind faith is on demand?
Go on, regale me with your argument.
I’ll hold fast to this curtain, rent.
The dividing wall broke between us two
before there was a me, or you.