Like Houdini gone under river's ice
(a trusted but not perfected trick)
I have listened for a soft murmur
to lead me to the escape hole.

Not knowing has thickened the surface.
It fills my ears with confusing bubbles.

Whether I open or I close my eyes
-- the same blur sun.

My lungs tick-tock.

Each time, when I am dying,
I know I know nothing.

When at last I am gone,
all things are made known to me.

In this life I know I'm alive.
I exist.

I shall soon enough join
the world's understanding.

I shall answer confidently  
to my given name.