He sat with them on a blanket

inhaling the moon through the pines.


Jim was there, Eddie

and Pamela with her bright face.


They knew what they believed

and he was strange, they said,

for not knowing.


When he told them he would never know,

except to feel a certain craving

looking up outside himself,

he lost Pamela

who insisted on knowing,

and Jim and Eddie

who swore they knew.


That was the night

he knew nothing and everything.






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