Hills Hoist Philosophy

What happens when you read the wrong word
in the middle of the right night? What happens
if you open the right door in the middle
of the wrong poem? I have no idea.
This is my left arm while I am still alive.
This is my right leg while I am still alive.
These are my upper and lower lips
while I am still alive. If you put your head
on my chest, what do you hear? Knowing
something and not knowing something
may or may not be the same thing.
Either way, you and the knowledge are just
floating somewhere in relation to each other,
suspended like washing on an imaginary clothesline.