What to say
to begin the show?
What to play
to get in the know?
Big things have small starts.
It is true,
I will have you know.
But what do I know
anyway?
I talk
and I talk,
and sometimes
I talk some more.
I learn too
though.
Reels of my past
spin on some hidden projector -
sometimes I get to watch.
How it is
that I can be
such a stranger to myself,
is the mystery.
What is not a mystery?
If we are honest,
it is all a mystery!
We have our words
and our explanations,
indeed.
However,
descriptions are like
the clothes we wear.
They have nothing
to do with what they cover.
Boxes are convenient
and things stack neatly
within.
If words are the blocks
that make sentences,
have we not
already blockchained
our existence?
