Knowing

There is only one thing we can know
And that is everchanging
From an internal core
To be portrayed on the surface.
Consistent with life
Emerging as your eye.
Over all things concurrent
With now
Awareness into this here
singular in the mind
Coupled out in a line
Tied to all us others
In this life
As we make matters.
Of matters abstract.
That may or may not
Actually be fact.
©wrennie