POEM: there is no way of knowing
there is no way of knowing, what is right,
what is correct, what is sound,
or what is wise
The only thing one can know
with any certainty
Is to know when something is good
and good is known immediately.
This feeling of knowing
can be felt In the gut,
In the back of the throat,
where sinews and tendons
rub up against longings and desires
and fetid rank wars of the spirit and of the ego.
And so like the ping of a plexor on a bended knee
the gut can know what is good.
and that is how God gets to all of your insides.