Wonder Broken

To wonder is to confess
You’re unsure of what it is
That you’re experiencing.

You like a sense of wonder?
Maybe just a little bit,
Trick by an illusionist,

Anything mysterious
That isn’t too threatening,
Beauty just hard to explain.

Wonder perches on the wall
Between bland and terrible,
And people weep when it falls.

But no one calls it wonder
When the skin begins to crawl.