POEM: there is no way of knowing

wyomingranchthere is no way of knowing,

what is right,

what is correct, what is sound,

or what is wise

The only thing one can know

with any certainty

Is to know when something is good

and good is known immediately.

This feeling of knowing

can be felt In the gut,

In the back of the throat,

Really anywhere

where sinews and tendons

rub up against longings and desires

and fetid rank wars of the spirit and of the ego.

And so like the ping of a plexor on a bended knee

the gut can know what is good.

and that is how God gets to all of your insides