You think
you want
to know the truth,
but you haven't
thought it through.
When ambiguity
becomes exhausted,
potentiality
is also lost.
Does the color blue
have an origin story?
Could the universe
in which
all possibilities are bound
compound
in meaning
on top of itself?
I would not keep
my fingers crossed.
Hope is
being tossed
down a pit
which is infinite—
fear is
that it's not.
