“There’s a world: I’m not Keen to Know”

Oh the richness: a swaying flower; and she stares—my eyes—
Aloof to spirit. “There’s a world, I’m not keen to know.” I
Color circles, and reach the sky. She flames vision—so aloof
To miracles. I play with crayons, and break the tips. I’m too

Grey to judge; and blood wails the page; and life beats the
Heart. She speaks of numbers: I capture nine. “What is this
Feeling?” I pause—a fallin’ volt. She’s uneasy: “There’s a
World, I’m not keen to know.” I smile the arc; and probe, Ms.

Invisible. Her face cringes. What a dynamic! I return to
Coloring squares. I reach the sky, afraid to let go. “What are
You drawing?” I pause—and stare intently: “what of reciprocity?”
She explains the rule: “We must discourage such”; and thus
The cringe. I let go—and the sky drifted. She glared intently:
“There’s a world, I’m not keen to know; and thus, it’s wrong.”