The unknown is

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& we're all tethered to our own unknowns

walking, running, dancing, fighting--

ankle to ankle,

wrist to wrist.

Flashlights pointed towards their faces, or

where we think their faces are,

if they even have faces (?)

like ours

& we're asking them endlessly

what they are.

Have you ever sat in a dark room

alongside your unknown

& just let it be,

just let it whisper softly

til it blooms to some sphere of light

& names itself?

perhaps not always the fitting key,

but ask your unknown

if this is what it needs.