If I could wall-mount every moment
of this imperfect state, mirrored,

it may help others to face
what I find, here, unexplained:

That which comes, hourly now,
with no complete guide,

no dip-in-book, no wiki-space,
no consultant by my side:

only us, on the insides of mine,
which I now share through poetry,

to help us both understand
why this is not in my hands.