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
I love nowWhen I’m not in painWhen the air is freshWhen I can say “ahorita”And it might never happenNothing to do but sit or lieWhen no one is callingWhen the screen isn’t onAnd there’s no soundBut the birds
Screens blinding struggling peopleAs they sitCraned necks slowly breakingNecks that feel like progressProgressing to a pointPast the toxic lakePast the drunk five and dimerAnd womenPast the ugly “art installation”That is supposed to inspire “hope”Past the full hospitalAwaking into a worldNot too far awayWhere energy isn’t feltAnd connection is just a word
Someone I once knewSaid that people from the 1800sWere “simpler”Implying they were stupidThat they didn’t have the machinesThat we do nowFor someone’s benefitWhen they request a static solutionTo a moving problemAnd cry when tragedy strikesAnd weep not from sadnessBut from the feelingThat a machine encountersWhen it short circuitsThat immortal flesh is rottingA nurse from the …
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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