To Know

What chance have I, if any to see this
through? The wings of a bat to summarize,
tell you nothing that you can't find in books.
You knew that. Paper cuts on your fingers
speak of the pages you turned. DNA
on the pulp itself proves this to be so.

I wonder who you thought you would fool?
Is there any one among us who has
enough dexterity in their pea sized
brain to mark time and wait for the answers?
Hot flashes run tiny fingers all
the way up and down the spine to flutter

the nerves in some holistic way and chill
you to the bone. Shutter and shake till
you wake and realize what has just happened.
Knowledge can be a scary thing. But
don't let this frighten you for one minute.