I Could Be Jealousy

It is not that I do not have
It is that I do not know.

Discovery like trickling water.
Answers upon a whim of intuition.

I could be jealousy.
Thus I confine myself, yet too willingly.

All my years spent to understand,
To grasp in my calloused hands.
Still, all my years I find vanity.

It is not that I do not have.
It is that on the edge of my tongue
Is that which I do not know how to say.
Somewhere intuition has not found
That which I do not comprehend.

That point where we arrive at decision
I am the poorest of any.
I may yet be jealousy.

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