Saturday, December 17, 2011

Poem: 24 / In My Head

Another free poem.

24 / In My Head

What's a word but name
for change,
making blind men of the would-be wise,
forcing them to think within corners,
the outside hidden,
condensed with clouds within,
heaving heavy rains,
drops distorting shapes,
like an ant farm filled with water,
disorder increasing like entropy?

I’ve been here too long;
to avoid wrong,
Yet I know:
the names of things we don't know;
the nature we know less;
nothing is clear – not even this;
we have no sense, for there is none,
only nonsense, which makes sense;
we should stop knowing, start unknowingly,
then we’d see the empty vessels, our heads.

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