This

This, like the Earth, like Shakespeare,

like a beautiful woman,

we seek to know, to get, to understand.

It is unknowable,

ungraspable,

incomprehensible.

This shouldn't be like anything at all.

Elusive,

chaotic,

inconceivable.

This gorgeous, heart-wrenching, flirtatious game

of hide-and-seek

is this, this too.

This, like dog shit, a table and chair, a human being,

like the best and worst atrocity,

is unknowable,

ungraspable,

incomprehensible.

Stunned, seeking stops.