Unaware

I am keenly unaware

of all there is I don’t know of Life,

made more by my being unaware,

and more again by keenly.

It’s a state of mind few ever know,

indeed, how could they, if unaware?—

keenly or not, they’d be ignorant

and never mention it in conversation.

Likewise with me, I’ve said little of this,

but it struck me tonight on my way to bed,

how keenly unaware I am, and have been,

and I thought to make a clean breast of it,

considering all there is to know, impossible.