Do we cast shadows
in the dark?
And do they weigh down
the air?
Cause I believe
these eyes are fallacy
- incomplete -
and bathe in the totality
of the unwitnessed:
the mute's echo
heard by the deaf man.
Do dead loved ones
dance in my heart?
And is that the reason
for its beat?
A world beneath
the tangible rocks
kicked up by curious feet.
Is what's unexplainable
unattainable?
Or are we just
tired of the search?
Because I'm driven
by the potential answer
as much cancer as it may disperse.