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The Only Valid Knowledge
Don Hynes
The Only Valid Knowledge
I pick my way along difficult paths,
one fading to brush as another feint track opens;
along the river, its beauty vital
then the thick forest, closing in.
I lose all bearing, searching for clues,
on and on through the density, the occasional light.
I haven’t lost the map but I can’t open it either;
etched somehow into my soul
I read location like inner braille,
touching the page with fingers of feeling,
striking a match hewn from my very bone.
There are others in the forest
but the time of joining is not here.
I have courage, persistence,
yet I forget where I am going.
The information is inside, always inside,
the only valid knowledge love.
Don Hynes