Bleak! Your poetry is rarely bleak.

I read this as a collection of different, illusioned (is that a word?), personalities that are accepted in today's surreal world as real and valued, even though their illogical parts (surreal) are obvious.

I am puzzled by this:

our
known unknowns
could fill volumes

I think I might be among those of that stanza's, but I believe what we are told is magic is really unrealized/unacknowledged human powers.

Lots to chew on in this one.