Know-ledge

 KNOW-LEDGE

Worm-eaten, the guardrails 

you’d erected provide now little 

protection from the ledge

of what you know, and yes, 

it’s a long way down to anything 

firm. This gives you—falling—

plenty of time to appreciate the joke

which was your footing back 

then, and even a chance—

if you dare a brief glance 

to either side—to see your fellow

fallen, those devious children who

somehow slipped the death-grip

of intellect. If I catch your eye, top

of the morning to you as alone

we float, together, into the open

throat of a bottomless God 

on whom we’ll never thud