Kyessing Game

You’ve heard about the nos

And you’ve heard about the knows

And you’ve heard about the yeses

But what about the kyesses?

 

sort of like knowing but with added… less is…

More… guesses… or … you know… messes

It’s the pause before the words are certain

the breath before we draw the curtain.

Before we let the light in

And believe we are enlightened

 

Yes, with kyesses, I confess it’s

awful to define,

It’s not yours it’s mine

Lives between the lines.

It’s not mine it’s yours

It’s actually the cause.

the rules between the rules

The laws between the laws

 

You know it when you feel it

But you’ll probably deny it

no one wants to try it

really on for size

We’d rather live with lies:

Know it when we reel from it

Kyes, really make a meal of it.

 

If we acknowledge it was there, it’s about us yesterday

But never deal with having all our kyes today

Its the knowledge that your knowledge source

knows less than you expected

There’s a reason why this college course

was, of course, rejected

It’s the reason why in politics

politicians get elected.

 

The more you know you have it

The more of it you lack

the more you think about it

The more you will get back

You accrue it without knowing

And without any pleasure

It’s the paradox of being

Always under prescher

To embrace it is a blessing.

Not to fight it is a curse

It’s something to deal with later

And then we’re in a hearse

 

Life’s dark matter, as matter of fact

Accept that you’re kyessing about all that you lack

Feel the feeling of the feeling

Of the unknown feeling pending

Kyes and know that no story ever

has a perfect end.