Unknown Knowns, Known Unknowns.

Poetry

A smoke filled room of clutter,

a jumbled jungle:

where the wild things lay,

where the music is mute.

Here we watch dreams shatter.

It’s our smoke filled room,

climb through the chatter.


If it’s choking you?

Climb through with valour.

To a space so clear,

a clean future,

a utopian dream.

To our empty room,

as we seek clarity.

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