Unknown
The first poem I ever published online...
They assume mystical and unknown quantities
A touch of the hidden cloaks them
Obscuring them from the daylight of normality
Fingers furtively reach into the darkness
Like a blind man leading the blind
A deafening cacophony of Chinese whispers
We gaze wide eyed into the impenetrable
As if amateur stargazers looking into outer space
Seeking, prodding, poking and peering
We seek to find about them we do not know
Ranting and raving about this unknown fantastic
An unquantifiable episode with no end
If you are confused what in the end we seek
Do not ask me for i do not know
For I am the man who is blind
The first voice of those Chinese Whispers
