As the Cow Jumps Over the Moon
That know-it-alls know nothing is well-known
What can be known is known unknown alone
And most of what can be is not for me
To know in any case and not my place
Because the more I know the less I know
Once certain I become less so with time
Which shadows me the faster as I slow
Robbing the reason while leaving the rhyme
The dialectic of form and function
Made moot as the cow jumps over the moon
All in a circle joins into junction
The spacetime fabric shrinking small and soon
To form a pinpoint only of the now
Soon to know nothing this suits me somehow
Satisfied to everlastingly be
And to take my turn at eternity
+Steven Curtis Lance
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