Do you know what Knowledge is? Text on paper Paper on a text on paper Is it? Walking on a street Walking in a forest Feeling strings and meat Between your fingers Reading text on paper Later feeling its meaning Like a revelation So do you know what? Knowledge is
Filling the last pageOf a book I never expected toLast this longThe rain falls outsideOn to stone and weedsThe pool cover glistensLike a friendly frogThe trees laugh and singTheir leaves committing gentle suicideLike that Monty Python sketchAnd all the while the coffeeMaintains its steamEmanating from the brimI don’t remember whatI dreamed last nightAnd though I …
“Turnkey” business model“Side hustle” to earnA freezer in a roomWith fine cuts from the northAnd in 24 hours of waitingYour face turns from thatFamiliar scowl to a smileBut you’re suspiciousThat you’ve been had
Our feet touchAnd that familiar spark returnsThe one that occuredWhen our eyes met9 years agoIn that dark, circular roomWhere only we existedWhere pain became peripheralWhere a foundation emergedFrom nothing and no one
Knowledge Is
Do you know what Knowledge is?
Text on paper
Paper on a text on paper
Is it?
Walking on a street
Walking in a forest
Feeling strings and meat
Between your fingers
Reading text on paper
Later feeling its meaning
Like a revelation
So do you know what?
Knowledge is
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