What is knowing in the great unknown?

A question answered

another question asked

And so it goes

Like trying to photograph

A desert mirage

These could be kind eyes

But the blue light leads

Me to mistrust myself

Buried intuition, I’m just being lazy with my mind.

As god speaks to me

I am a wallflower these days

and she’s no morning glory.

It’s all just shades and shadows.

I know no other way

Then to seek the light

and bloom.