Sunday, October 21, 2018

wash away clear

It really doesn’t matter
when we hit truth. Humanity
is water running downhill,
eroding the silt
of our fully-owned ignorance

by sheer force of our passing
and contact with it. Exposing
eventually
the bare limits of reality. I’ve always said

geniuses don’t do a damn thing

for us,
not in the long view.
They goose us a bit. They dislodge
a prodigious clump of sludge
here or there, that nothing could ever
have prevented
from being dislodged, from being
dissolved

- because ignorance is soluble.

Reality is not.

And we are the water. We will
wear down to it, regardless:

for everything knowable
is inevitable.

5 comments:

  1. This makes a nice counteract to "the grand canyon: bull shit".

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  2. Yes. That's the word I meant. The counterpoint.

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  3. You're welcome!

    Rather perfect illustration of the poem's theme I think.

    But "counteract" made a certain poetic sense as well. As if that little poison pill needed this antidote to wash it away.

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