Answers Known

Waking each morning in silent thought;

Sleeping each night in mute contemplation;

Holding words to my chest in the day;

Preparing their birth throughout. 

Every mystery is puzzled, 

Shuffled, and vague ideas

fill the swirling void. 

Lock into each place all questions. 

Seek every detail through fading glass. 

Stir every mixture in flaming beakers,

So every answer is granting it's stride. 

I will walk. 

I will walk on answer's path

Until I can sit with him,

Make him cocoa,

Piece him a sandwich

With no mayo and all the vitamins.

We will play games in the darkness

And strategize through the night.

I will know each answer 

Like an old friend, 

And each answer will know me.

There is no need for unchecked noise; 

No reason to speak

Of answer's I've never reached. 

Only to hold their hands,

Walk with them in absent conversation,

Learn their ticks and traits,

Discover their dances,

Draft their rose colors 

And bleed with their thorns. 

Answers are an empty garden

I will fill with my seeds

And prune until they are clear

and bright in the illumined light. 

And then, 

When I am true,

When I can articulate, 

When there is something to say, 

When my newfound brother stays with me,

And grows with me,

And I with him,

And our cocoa's run dry,

And our crusts are left crumbed,

And we've played our nocturned checkers raw,

And the garden is bloomed,

Then I will speak. 

I will know. 

I will know everything, 

And I will make myself known.