Screens blinding struggling people As they sit Craned necks slowly breaking Necks that feel like progress Progressing to a point Past the toxic lake Past the drunk five and dimer And women Past the ugly “art installation” That is supposed to inspire “hope” Past the full hospital Awaking into a world Not too far away Where energy isn’t felt And connection is just a word
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 …
I want to face deathWith open armsWith a full heartWith a wealth of experienceAnd knowledgeFor infinity to feast onWith an understandingOf nothingWith intensity but no panicWith laughterWith the same abandonThat I feel nowWith an offering, a giftI want to face deathAnd fight gracefullyKnowing I won’t win
Do you know what Knowledge is?Text on paperPaper on a text on paperIs it?Walking on a streetWalking in a forestFeeling strings and meatBetween your fingersReading text on paperLater feeling its meaningLike a revelationSo do you know what?Knowledge is
Screens
Screens blinding struggling people
As they sit
Craned necks slowly breaking
Necks that feel like progress
Progressing to a point
Past the toxic lake
Past the drunk five and dimer
And women
Past the ugly “art installation”
That is supposed to inspire “hope”
Past the full hospital
Awaking into a world
Not too far away
Where energy isn’t felt
And connection is just a word
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Knowledge Is
Do you know what Knowledge is?Text on paperPaper on a text on paperIs it?Walking on a streetWalking in a forestFeeling strings and meatBetween your fingersReading text on paperLater feeling its meaningLike a revelationSo do you know what?Knowledge is