Thereof

Of that whereof we cannot speak thereof
we must stumble and seek, foam at the mouth
fall flat on our faces, shiver and shake,
seize while we can, go intimate with what

we cannot know, because beyond logic
there lie seas of truth that live deep in our flesh
that drive the best of our hearts, so be brave
my words to try whereof you know you’ll fail

because failure is exploration’s soul,
negative results’ positive promise,
as dream takes its leave of philosophy
and points to unknown that’s deeply our own

dance of the immanent can find its way
through words if we grant tongue its wriggle room