What You Don’t Know You’ll Be

A bird flies into your face!
Oh, no, it’s just an oak leaf,
Dropped suddenly from the sky.

Epistemology, hey?
What can you do? It’s startling,
Sometimes, just to hang around

In this world, thinking you are
At peace, when in fact you’re wired,
Alert with expectation

The next shadow will kill you.
Some shadow will. If only
You can stay alert enough

Maybe you can catch them all.
But then, ontology falls.