We hug the cold shoulder

We wont know ourselves
until
we reach that crest
 where the sun hits our eyes
like an arrow with three halos
piercing in intensity
yellow

I thought the light would be different
yet
it wasnt that the light was odd
but I could not fathom what it was

Do you know the feeling
of unknowing?

Of course you do
we all do
we are humans
and humans
do not know much

But we are familiar with
uncertainty
the cold shoulder of the void
is like a comforting fire to our
imagination

We embrace it
not quite like friends
maybe, like a parent
we have a hard time seeing eye to eye
with

I abhor complacency
and adult sensibility
I think nothing exciting comes from it

Sensibility never built anything that stood
the test of time

And yet we fear the illogical
the unreasonable word association
we call it
crazy
schizophrenic
manic

But my God
what is it that we truly love
that isn't a bit crazy?