I heard the sound of knocking
And thinking it was God
I rushed to answer it

Even though I hadn’t the faintest
Where the door was
In the dark

Crash! I fell ars over tit
So I said to myself
Yakoub less speed more haste

I started to feel around
Like a blind man
Sometimes the sound

Was barely a breath
Other times it grew louder
There didn’t seem to be a reason

The theory at the moment
And it is a compelling one
Is that the person knocking is me

And the door in the floor
is the entrance to
Infinity

Which suggests my next move
Should be to study the head
And its movement

Wholeheartedly
Until I can better discern
The proper head that is knocking

From the stupid head
I take to parties
In the hope that

God willing
I can stop the knock and
Learn to turn the handle instead