compounding bouts of doubt
in the faceless answers everyone gives
can depth of substance be captivated
by a shallow grasp of knowing that always starts with innocence
evading complications and probing questions
put a deaf ear to the seeking
good enough to leave them stranded
as their thoughts disintegrate into thin particles of vapor
only to come back heavy as they were before
and with the finger you point only to faults
pounding the nail further, burying the hatchet deeper
creating a wound that would not go
have you forgotten that the listening ear is better
than your self righteous jargon that beckons a representation
of your own baseless arguments
i believe you have made more
believing doubts
leaving the fold to blossom further
the chasm of knowing