Ignorance abyss

Ignorance isn't bliss, it's
innocence that is, and
ignorance is not. Whether right

on the spot, in the moment
spinning wheels, locking gears
or alone, in the comfort of
one's home. Grinding wheels,
rolling stone.

Permission not to know
what you mean
doesn't fly.

We all expect a flash-bang
miracle from I, I the finder
and the knower, who has
known so much! Just

to put it all together
without thinking, but
touch.

Is it too much to ask? Not
even half the time. And we
do, as we grew, we flew rings
'round our mind, but

We're grounded long since
by our staunch-averted eyes.
Knowing ignorance is weak,
don't expose. Just deny. Don’t

ever meet the gaze

of ignorance. It's bad.

It's as bad

or the same
as your own dear dad.
It is Nietzsche’s own abyss,
which he kept quite tame.
Looking into any time, stuck
his head right up (shame!)
up the fundament!

Where it always lived
and reigned, and forever
we can stick our necks out
there. Find them very
well-cupped by the buttocks
- of the cosmos? Well,
it's probably just us
taking pains and care.
It's ourselves that we give
all this gaze-also trust

when we head up there.

Ignorance? Let's ignore.
Could there ever even be
anything so apt as that? Snap-fit
set-fixed, set free! Flat, pat!
Just ignore ignorance. Just
deny. And demur.
And demurely,

we shall find what it's like
to no end, to know only
a blur

in a lifelong lie. No, unfair.
Say untruth. Say mistake

err err

(& die)