PROOF

Just so you know

there really is a book in which 

everything is written 

but the catch is 

you're not allowed to read it 

until after

for now I'm afraid 

only 

the muteness 

of touch 

the silence

of the voices calling 

and calling in the dreaming 

interior of the mind 

and of the doubt
that rises 

obediently to follow 

the peace 

the kind best exemplified
by still
water in light 

the unfalsifiable claims
to beauty made repeatedly 

by each burning daybreak 

and every irreversible 

immolated night—

for now 

only this much 

is safe
enough to be 

underlined and annotated

as true beyond reason

beyond purpose 

beyond question.