of not knowing

all of this dry science
all of this medicine and research
this technology
that seeks to map
every instance
of our spontaneity

there is no place
for silence
for not giving
answer

for question
hanging over
precipice

what of not knowing?
what of fear
with no abatement
until the soft song
of complacency
dies down
and we are left alone
staring undying space
in the face