Darkness Initially

It's the unknowing which undoes the rest.

When deep mines, unexplored, remain full

of darkness - marvelous, unmapped deepness -

how does day's fineness cause one to persist?

Unfolding, wonder's root is a marshal;

winnowing away unknown (and thus the rest)

it opens belowness up. The clearest

chirp. The tattle and ripple. These startle

at unmade darkness - deeply marvelous.

Wonder at those parts unnamed! Each crevice

falls forever toward the terrible

unknowing in which knowing wants to rest.

Un holds that bit which is not yet guessed

with men's tongues. The unwise, unusual

darkness, marvelousness, unmapped deepness.

Great night spreads out its surface and one just

cites the points of light as fully special.

It's not knowing which prolongs the rest

of dark, marvel, and unmapped deep.