The Knowing
There is a place just under the surface of thought where things are simply known.
Not believed. Not argued. Not proved on a whiteboard. Just known.
Most people touch it only in passing – a gut feeling, a quiet this doesn’t ring true, a moment at 3 a.m. when the noise drops away and something arrives with absolute clarity. By morning, it’s often dismissed as “just a feeling” and buried beneath headlines, opinions, and expert commentary.
I call that place The Knowing.
It isn’t magic, and it isn’t mystery. It’s the part of you that recognises patterns before the mind has language for them. It hears what sits behind words, sees what sits behind stories, and senses the shape of things without asking permission from logic, authority, or narrative.
The poems in this section come from that layer.
They aren’t arguments or explanations. They’re brief records from beneath the surface – moments when the mask slips, the pattern reveals itself, and the body answers yes or no before the intellect catches up.
If any of these poems stir something you can’t quite name, that’s not coincidence.
That’s The Knowing in you responding.
Poems in this section
Camera Soul Siphon
Diagnosis of Knowing
Scrapers and Seers
Moonlight’s Whisper
