what world is this

what world is this
when life, lived,
told, is given a reason
and this reason, known,
holds but a clue
as to what this reason, known,
may be, but– to guess– to guess–
to guess is to give in, and to
forget, to lose the reason,
to long for what
may be
is what may be’s
only way of being.

may you hoop around these
and dribble your thoughts
to know they are but all laughter.