another Untitled poem for today

Untitled


The blanket of summer
was made in winter
and the yes we came to
was made by no's
and the house we have
was made by nowhere
how can I tell you
something for sure
and make for its opposite
to find the truth
I'll talk just so I can be
silent and I'll sleep
just so I can be truly awake
every time you formed
a stand there was
a polar to it
so really you could be
both sad and happy
at the same time