The Unknown sits and waits,
waits for the end.
Looks out for aid, for love,
but finds nothing. Nothing.

The Unknown examines inside
to find something, anything, a definition—
but finds naught. The search
for blinding brightness and identification seems
to go Blank—Black—Heavy…

“Who am I?” the Unknown asks
nobody but itself—pondering.
The answer seems not to be
found. Lost, as if in the deep depths
of the great ocean blue.

The days and nights tangle as the
Unknown goes deep into the ocean
declaring—“The answer will be mine!”
Unbeknownst to itself, the answer is far
deeper than even the deepest
depths of the ocean blue.

Deeper, darker, the Unknown voyages
finding—the answer? No. Never will the
answer be found. The definition of the
Unknown is not found in a single
location. The definition of the Unknown
can be only found around the World—scattered—lost.

No one single definition fits the Unknown—
nor will that one single definition be accessible,
for that one definition is not in existence.

“Where—where will I find the answer to me?”

The unknown will be—is stuck—lost—dark—forever,
for the ‘answer to me,’ is of no existence…