Poem -

Knew Anew New

Many combinations of this puzzled existence

Brought me here to my knees

I thought I could, I could knot

I thought I could reverse what was taught

I believed I could be what I was not

Multiple factors molded thee aways

Brought me here to my knees

I thought I was knew, I thought

I thought I was new they knew

I believed I changed to what I was not

Piece by peace crushed the hammer

Brought me here to my knees

I felt it hit my empty glass armor

I felt it empty my final hour, final our

I believed I could take what I could knot

I put it back together, I puzzled it

I placed it back to place what I could

Calculating steps walking allways

Brought me here to my knees

I stood against what I new, I knew

I stood anewed I knew

I believed I was who I were

Prepositioned into the fold

Never ending the sentence numbered

I found I flew into the paralleled world

I found I found multiple layers of clay

I believed I uncovered the cover

No knees brought me down

I new the clock was calculated, I knew

I knew I anew I new

Many many digits taught me here

I new I new I new

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Ravindra Kumar

A thoughtful brow,....philosophical mood of the poet....meaningful speculative theme...."No knees brought me down...I new the clock was calculated, I knew..I knew I anew I new..Many many digits taught me here..I new I new I new" ....good write,..with regards...xx Ravindra Kumar xx

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