And one

That didn’t

Know asked

Drilling down

Mining and

Up came

Answers I

Didn’t know

I had

And there

Then at

Last I

Saw myself

Understood and

Finally rested

Tell me

Bean why

Do we

When alone

And playing

Chess stop

To talk

Or remember

What has

Us decide

That we’d

Prefer to

Entertain each

Other than

Ourselves when

Did we

Cross that

Line and

Be more

Concerned about

The other

I spy

A typewriter

An ancient

One that

Speaks foreign

Languages but

Aren’t all

Things the

Same aren’t

Things we

Feel translated

Why then

Does it

Sit there

Unassuming does

It wait

For someone

To type

To play

It’s keys

And once

Again be

Whole are

We all

Not like

That waiting

To be

Found discovered

And free

The funny

Thing about

Lamps we

Need them

In the

Dark but

Forget them

In the

Light the

Same goes

For desire

The odd

Thing about

Doors is

That they

Open in

And open

Out just

Like us

I guess

I open

Within to

You and

When not

I’m without