The Deeper Understanding

The higher strings of reason whine around the top of my head
At each contact with the world
The screen
The news
The explanation that makes all events mundane

And yet

The deepest chord strikes
In my splintering core
The green wood in the winter branch
That tells me all of this is connected
Like an instrument strung between us all
Each note setting off all others

So while reason stays unplucked
And you don't know

You know...