When it came up
"Nothing matching knowledgeable found"
I said, well i'll be fucked.
Honest it was the first thing
That came to mind.

And what is knowledge? Something told you by another?
Something you find yourself?
Something you assert, with waving arms?
Or something you feel to be right?

By rights we have that proven,
by, methode empirical.

But what of Miss Jones,
Who purposely misses her flight?
A dream she had,
Buckled and twisted.

Still alive, 
Knowing but this only,
Thank God,
For Dreams.