What is known is types of metonymy. 
Outside branches of instrumental research,   
 
poetry, a subset of epistemology, entails voicing new speech from old — 

Knowitall.  
Even blindfolded, we see paradox smirching curvatures in space, observed in continuous motion: Air puffs dart away, streamlined and compressed, aiming fast — but never landing — 
 
I’m scared. Good night to catch up on a poem or two that don’t matter, unfinished odes to Zeno as we circumvent Euclidian voice commands, remaking spatial morality into chance agency, no vision, no dash, only having to know.